Madcon - Bottles lyrics

[Verse 1: Yosef] Oh, so you make a brother wanna get it off, take it off right where you stand Oh, thinking of the ways that you could play with it, every single way you can I never wanna wake up, damn You really didn't waste no land Cause the thang that be popping on the floor for me with bottles popped got me thinking you ain't got no man Yeah, we doing that damn thing, we're drinking back to back, girl You got a thing for bad boys, you get exactly that, girl And if they balling they balling, but girl we riding high Cause even popping these bottles part of my 9 to 5 [Bridge] She said ''I wanna drink'', I said ''I understand'' She telling me ''tonight that I ain't got no man'' So I'mma pop these bottles and we gon' live it up I see you looking thirsty, girl, go and get your cup [Hook: Tshawe] sponsored links She's telling me what she wants to do Gotta give her news So I'm popping these bottles Let's live tonight and forget the time Having fun tonight, popping these bottles [Verse 2: Rick Ross] She wanted a baller, I wanted to ball I fit the description, baby, just look at my car I took her to places she never been to before Introduced her to designers, knock that Louie Vuitton Might bump into Hov, she speaking to B All the bottles of gold, 2-3 cases a week Women adore me, haters avoid me Feds wanna record me, n***a, applaud me Boss - hundred in my watch Never excersice, but they know we run the charts All these s**ers ducking everytime we bust a shot Balling in the club and these bottles don't stop [Bridge] [Hook] [Verse 3: Tshawe] What it do, ma? What it feel like? I'm right here stepping down your [?]pipe Thinking about what it would feel like tonight Like yeah, get 'em in a real nice buzz Get 'em in the mood, filling their cups Get 'em in the rush, get 'em in a bunch Hit 'em on the bu*t, don't hit me on my nuts Hit 'em up 'til the motherf**er roar We in here tearing it up Take that off, baby, lower that trunk Make it bounce, I can make you cum, church We ain't never gave a f** Doing our thing like it ain't nothing Can't front, we chasing the paper Like yeah, that's what's up Pop that bottle and bring your gut [Bridge] [Hook] [Outro: Rick Ross] YOLO - you only live once