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

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

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

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

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

1 - Busta Rhymes]
All I is how to smash on everybody record and do what I do
And make somebody to go and get a hearse
Yo, Game I don't give a fuck 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 you need to get a nurse
Let me bang them another killer, then we put a couple bottles on the chiller
Kill them with another
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 sheet that I get
All the I be packing
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 couple pair 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 rock J's, see me
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
Probably feeling up
Let me a bottle up
Let me see everybody put liquors bottle up

[Verse 2 - Rick
Bitches, I'm getting money, bottles and chains
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, of Boston Georgia
Bitches blow, fucking fast, and cooking dope
Sanctify, shoes, Audemars, Franck Muller, that Chopard
My new must menage, I'm a G

[Verse 3 -
and rocking J's
Smoking and sipping
Pistol in my Louis
Heat it up I'm Wade
Nigga don't do LeBrons, up on the weekends
Jordans Monday through Friday, especially when I'm
Them cool greys, that's
Them Jams, that's Tuesday
Them Lee's, on Wednesday
23 in my Benz, aye
You know I love sixes, especially on my bitches
13s and them spandex on Thursday, it's birthday
And Friday I ain't lying, King of Diamonds, I'm in
Red bone, popping on my black and red 11's
Patent leather I step in
You know I'm repping
It's S-double-O,
Black 4s I aint get it from the store, Bus know
all I know 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 shots in they
Make girls, do the ugly face
And just my song on
Move back I need space like aye, aye
Then its right back to my face
Niggas saying put the out
BBM, you bugging
We walked in, want something, bottles pop we won something
Raise a glass for everybody that's done from nothing
No grind, no shine, code, we pay no mind
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 purp
on that purp
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 with a camera
Hollow tips nigga, tip a nigga a dancer
I know nothing but bitches and getting money
Blood gang, a nigga in public
Tunechi
Shoot a nigga ass up it's deuces
Head shots, that fucking vest is so
Yeah, yo Chuck, fuck niggas
You know who
Killer B's