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[Intro - DJ
Ayo Game, they do boy?
DJ Khaled
I got my and red Jordan Retro 6's on
I'm all about getting
I love glorifying my hard
Popping
Shit, hoes love it too
DJ Khaled, We the Best
Ayo
Red

[Chorus - The
All I is bottles and rocking J's
Bottles and J's
Bottles and J's
and rocking J's

Bitches and money
Bitches and money
and getting money
Bitches and getting

Bottles and J's
Bottles and J's
and rocking J's
Bottles and J's

Bitches and getting
Bitches and getting
Bitches and money
and getting money

[Verse 1 - Rhymes]
All I know is how to smash on record and do what I do
And make somebody to go and get a hearse
Yo, Game I don't really give a if it's your record
And you my brother my look I got to rhyme fresh
See the way I coming, how I do the game,
Ask somebody, you got to know you to get a nurse
Let me bang them with another killer, we put a couple bottles on the chiller
Kill with another verse
see the way I be going and going
How I do it
Niggas the way we know it, but then again, yes we do
We knowing how I be
And every sheet I get
All the heat I be
And I it off
With all this you know where I'm heading
And I'm going to get the Jordans the patent 11
They really banging all the way down to the
And I get a pair with all this money I be getting
And I them with the bounce, you see the way a nigga stepping
And we pop bottles and we J's, see me repping
Let me you way I do it before I hit you with the weapon
Don't be spilling liquor all over my shit, me a second
Shit, anyway, see we got to get it up
feeling models up
Let me a bottle up
Let me see everybody put liquors bottle up

[Verse 2 - Ross]
Bitches, I'm getting money, bottles and chains
Money like I'm LeBron, my collection insane
thoughts, highway to heaven riding like a boss
Condominium in the clouds, G's a month
Fifty floors, marble walls, pictures of Boston
Bitches snorting blow, fast, and cooking dope
Sanctify, Bally shoes, Audemars, Muller, that Chopard
My new must menage, I'm a G

[Verse 3 -
Bottles and J's
Smoking and sipping
Pistol in my Louis
Heat it up I'm Wade
don't do LeBrons, Kobe up on the weekends
Jordans Monday through Friday, when I'm freaking
cool greys, that's Monday
Them Space Jams, Tuesday
Spike Lee's, on Wednesday
23 in my Benz, aye
You know I love them sixes, especially on my
13s and them spandex on Thursday, it's birthday
And Friday I ain't lying, of Diamonds, I'm in heaven
Red bone, pussy popping on my black and red
Patent leather I step in
You what I'm repping
S-double-O, W-Double-O
Black number 4s I aint get it the store, Bus know
That all I is

[Verse 4 -
I put footprints in couches
I put so much in my two
Put on for my city, I ain't got no but to rep
I put shots in they hair
pretty girls, do the ugly face
And they my song on
back I need dougie space like aye, aye
Then its right back to my mugging
Niggas saying put the out
BBM, you face
We in, want something, bottles pop like we won something
Raise a glass for everybody that's something from nothing
No grind, no shine, dress code, we pay no
and J's on, they let sun in, no blinds
All I drink is my
Stop playing,
But tonight we on red berry and cranberry, SooWoo

5 - Lil Wayne]
And I'm smoking on purp
Sipping on that
I in this bitch with some niggas that will murk
And we ain't about all talking, you a dead man walking
Stomp a nigga ass out, in these 4 Jordans
Got a scope on the barrel, that's a hammer with a
Hollow nigga, tip a nigga like a dancer
I don't know nothing but bitches and money
Blood gang, kill a in public
Tunechi
Shoot a nigga ass up then it's
shots, that fucking vest is so useless
Yeah, yo Chuck, these niggas
You know who
B's nigga