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[Intro - DJ
Ayo Game, what do boy?
It's DJ
I got my black and red Jordan 6's on
I'm all about getting
I glorifying my hard work
bottles
Shit, hoes love it too
This DJ Khaled, We the
Ayo
Red

- The Game]
All I is bottles and rocking J's
and rocking J's
Bottles and J's
Bottles and J's

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

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

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

1 - Busta Rhymes]
All I know is how to smash on everybody record and do I do
And make have to go and get a hearse
Yo, Game I don't give a fuck if it's your record
And you my brother my nigga look I got to 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 killer, then we put a couple bottles on the chiller
Kill them with verse
Everybody see the way I be and going
How I do it
Niggas the only way we 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 the patent 11 leathers
They banging all the way down to the feathers
And I get a couple pair with all 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 show you way I do it before I hit you with the
Don't be liquor all over my shit, give 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 your liquors up

[Verse 2 - Ross]
Bitches, I'm getting money, bottles and rocking
Money like I'm LeBron, my collection insane
Suicidal thoughts, highway to heaven riding like a
in the clouds, sixty G's a month
Fifty floors, marble walls, pictures of Boston
Bitches blow, fucking 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
and sipping Spades
Pistol tucked in my
Heat it up I'm Wade
Nigga don't do LeBrons, up on the weekends
Jordans Monday through Friday, when I'm freaking
Them greys, that's Monday
Space Jams, that's Tuesday
Them Lee's, on Wednesday
23 in my Benz, aye
You know I love them sixes, on my bitches
13s and them on Thursday, it's your birthday
And I ain't lying, King of Diamonds, I'm in heaven
Red bone, popping on my black and red 11's
leather when I step in
You know what I'm
It's S-double-O,
number 4s I aint get it from the store, Bus know
That all I is

[Verse 4 -
I put in them couches
I put so much in my two
Put on for my city, I got no choice but to rep
I put straight in they hair
Make girls, do the ugly face
And just my song on
Move back I dougie space like aye, aye
Then its right to my mugging face
Niggas put the weed out
BBM, you bugging
We walked in, want something, pop like we won something
Raise a glass for that's done something from nothing
No grind, no shine, dress code, we pay no
Cargos and J's on, let sun in, no blinds
All I drink is my
playing, YouTube
But tonight we on red berry and cranberry, SooWoo

[Verse 5 - Lil
And I'm smoking on that
on that purp
I came in this bitch with niggas that will murk
And we ain't all that talking, you a dead man walking
Stomp a nigga ass out, in number 4 Jordans
Got a scope on the barrel, that's a with a camera
Hollow nigga, tip a nigga like a dancer
I don't know but bitches and getting money
gang, kill a nigga in public
Young
Shoot a nigga ass up then deuces
Head shots, that fucking is so useless
Yeah, yo Chuck, these niggas
You who P-I-ru?
B's nigga