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

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

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

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

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

1 - Busta Rhymes]
All I know is how to on everybody record and do what I do
And make have to go and get a hearse
Yo, Game I don't really give a fuck if it's record
And you my brother my nigga look I got to rhyme
See the way I coming, how I do the game,
Ask somebody, you got to you need to get a nurse
Let me bang with another killer, then we put a couple bottles on the chiller
Kill them with verse
Everybody see the way I be going and
How I do it
Niggas the only way we it, but then again, yes we do
We how I be banging
And every that I get
All the heat I be
And I it off
all this money you know where I'm heading
And I'm going to get the the patent 11 leathers
They really 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 and we rock J's, see me repping
Let me show you way I do it before I hit you the weapon
Don't be spilling liquor all over my shit, give me a
Shit, anyway, see we got to get it up
Probably feeling 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, sixty G's a
Fifty floors, walls, pictures of Boston Georgia
snorting blow, fucking fast, and cooking dope
Sanctify, Bally shoes, Audemars, Franck Muller, that
My new must menage, I'm a G

[Verse 3 -
and rocking J's
Smoking and Spades
Pistol tucked in my
Heat it up like I'm
Nigga don't do LeBrons, up on the weekends
Jordans Monday through Friday, especially when I'm
Them cool greys, Monday
Them Space Jams, Tuesday
Spike Lee's, on Wednesday
23 in my Benz, aye
You I love them sixes, especially 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 I'm repping
It's S-double-O,
number 4s I aint get it from the store, Bus know
That all I is

[Verse 4 -
I put footprints in them
I put so in my two step
Put on for my city, I ain't got no but to rep
I put straight in they hair
pretty girls, do the ugly face
And they my song on
Move back I need dougie space aye, aye
Then its right to my mugging face
Niggas put the weed out
BBM, you bugging
We walked in, something, bottles pop like we won something
a glass for everybody 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 is my shit
Stop playing,
But tonight we on that red berry and cranberry,

5 - Lil Wayne]
And I'm smoking on that
Sipping on that
I came in this bitch with some that will murk
And we ain't all that talking, you a dead man walking
Stomp a ass out, in these number 4 Jordans
Got a scope on the barrel, that's a hammer a camera
tips nigga, tip a nigga like a dancer
I don't nothing but bitches and getting money
gang, kill a nigga in public
Young
a nigga ass up then it's deuces
Head shots, fucking vest is so useless
Yeah, yo Chuck, fuck these
You who P-I-ru?
Killer B's