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[Intro: Dave

Uh
Used to them bottles
Uh
I ain't never been of nothin' I'm my life, dog
If I see it, I got it
Uh

Dave East]
Uh
Gold bottles, pop 'em like '96 (pop)
You never see a brick, I pray to God my team get (pray to God)
bottles, pop 'em at your funeral
Dirty niggas clean money, this shit is beautiful (gorgeous)
Gold bottles, pop 'em it's '96 (pop)
You see a brick, I pray to God my team get rich
Black bottles, pop 'em at funeral (uh)
Dirty niggas with money, this shit is beautiful
Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare
Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is
Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all do is stare
Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is

[Verse 1: East]
Did a deal with Puma, but Nike, I keep a pair
Stop goin' to Spring, found out I was wanted there
They bring us so many bottles, the club gonna stare (watch)
you a dime in my section, get dubbed over here (dub)
Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, but ain't my cousin
We spark it out in public, too much locs got me
bottle, gold bottle, models by the dozen
But they for everybody, cops believe in cuffin'
This ain't your life, they get excited when I come in
On top now, started just like Tubman (Harriot)
you was the son, but you wasn't since yo' daddy left
House full of Belair, kick 'em out they Jazzy Jeff (bye bye)

[Chorus: Dave
Uh
bottles, pop 'em like it's '96 (pop)
You never see a brick, I to God my whole team get rich
Black bottles, pop 'em at funeral (my bad)
Dirty niggas with clean money, shit is beautiful (gorgeous)
Gold bottles, pop 'em it's '96 (pop)
You never see a brick, I pray to God my whole get rich
bottles, pop 'em at your funeral (uh)
Dirty niggas with clean money, this is beautiful
Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare
Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is
Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is
Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare

[Verse 2: Ross]
M-M
Music
Your bitch still on my dick but the DM (boss)
The Lamborghini's in the street and she know it's him (woo)
My rum matchin' the beats and it cost me two M's (huh)
These niggas rappin' rich when we know you pretend (ahh)
I'm always runnin' but the money in crates (ahh)
Black bottle and two M and a wonderful (hahaha)
305, MIA, oh, a place (wooo)
Bought a Checkers to feed my bitches them fries a shake (rich nigga)
Got her rubbin' on my chest like Timberlake (tell em)
My Belair 'cross the table all the dates (dreams)
Brett Berish on the phone, he billin' day (Brett)
She know Rozay ice, now let it marinate

[Chorus: Dave
Uh
bottles, pop 'em like it's '96 (pop)
You never see a brick, I pray to God my get rich
bottles, pop 'em at your funeral (my bad)
Dirty niggas with money, this shit is beautiful (gorgeous)
Gold bottles, pop 'em it's '96 (pop)
You never see a brick, I pray to God my get rich
Black bottles, pop 'em at funeral (uh)
Dirty niggas with clean money, this is beautiful
Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare
Fresh of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare
Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is
Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all do is stare