Yung Berg - Models & Bottles lyrics

[Hook: Jeremih] Drinks up in the air To the sky, ain't tellin' what going on tonight Drinks up in the air For the realest n***a livin' tonight Damn keys, they goin' They won't turn up Know all them bad b**hes, they love me Well them drinks is on us They all can't help it Models, actresses and bottles Bro, chillin' with my n***as Models, actresses and bottles [Verse 1: Twista] It's a celebration b**hes Throw 'em up if you're a mission Put your hands in the air Wave 'em like you just don't care You went from rags to riches and I get it cause you on Partyin' like you ain't never had nothin' Middle fingers in the sky for the haters You ain't never really been up on my level so don't try to holla When you see me ridin' out of Vegas, whew Cause I be poppin' the bottles because I'll be able Just look at my table There's nothin' but models and nothin' but dollars Lookin' at momma She wanna holla, she wanna follow, she wanna swallow, whew After the fee fee I got insta plans, she wanna see me I gain insta fans when I be me I'm on Instagram in a GT What? That's right I'mma f** with her for the night I don't give a f** what you like I'm up in the club but I'm right Let her know that we are the family We on the pedigree, we are celebrities And you know I'm smokin' weed and I'm ready Like I be at the Grammys, the party is heavy And I got the fetti And I'm off a Xanny and she got the panties [Hook: Jeremih] Drinks up in the air To the sky, ain't tellin' what going on tonight Drinks up in the air For the realest n***a livin' tonight Damn keys, they goin' They won't turn up Know all them bad b**hes, they love me Well them drinks is on us They all can't help it Models, actresses and bottles Bro, chillin' with my n***as Models, actresses and bottles [Verse 2: Lil Bibby] Okay I walk up in the club, I be fresh to d**h All black, dressed to k** Bumpin' on my hip? Baby that's the steel b**hes so I keep that concealed And that .45 got a lotta kickback When it go click-clack Make a n***a get back Shawty in the red dress, make her a** clap Take her to the back cause I'm tryna hit that Lil chick wanna be a model, ay Took her to the back, made her swallow And I just bought 20 bottles The Rosé got me goin' full throttle She know a young n***a got a check, check, check Condos sittin' on my neck, neck, neck 25 racks sittin' in my right pocket Some tight jeans, Bibby can't dress like that [Bridge] Wherever we go, hoes follow I go be with k**ers and robbers .40, filled up them hollows We gon' clap like Apollo On and on, can't help it All of these b**hes, I share 'em All of my n***as is thugs [Hook: Jeremih] Drinks up in the air To the sky, ain't tellin' what going on tonight Drinks up in the air For the realest n***a livin' tonight Damn keys, they goin' They won't turn up Know all them bad b**hes, they love me Well them drinks is on us They all can't help it Models, actresses and bottles Bro, chillin' with my n***as Models, actresses and bottles