Luyện nghe bài hát Models & Bottles

up in the air
To the sky, ain't no tellin' what we get on tonight
up in the air
For the realest nigga and bitches that's in tonight
Damn, these hoes, goin'
They just turn up
Know all them bad bitches, love me
Well, then is on us
And on, been on, help it
Models, actresses and
Were all chillin' with my
Models, and bottles

It's a bitches
Throw 'em up if you a
Put hands in the air
'em like you just don't care
You went rags to riches and I get it 'cause you on
Partyin' like you ain't never had
Middle in the sky for the haters
You never really been up on my level so don't try to holla
When you see me ridin' out in Vegas,
I be poppin' the bottles because I'll be able
Just at my table
There's nothin' but and nothin' but dollars
Look at lil
She wanna holla, she follow, she wanna swallow, whew
the fefe
I got plans, she wanna see me
I insta fans when I be me
I'm on in a GT
What? That's
I'mma with her for the night
I don't give a fuck you like
I'm up in the club but I'm
Let her know that we are the
We on the pedigree, we are
And you know I'm smokin' weed and I'm
Like I be at the Grammys, the party is
And I got the
And I'm off a Xanny and she got the

up in the air
To the sky, ain't no tellin' what we gon' get on
up in the air
For the realest nigga and bitches that's in tonight
Damn, hoes, they goin'
They just turn up
Know all bad bitches, they love me
Well, then is on us
And on, on, can't help it
Models, actresses and
Were all chillin' with my
Models, actresses and

Okay I walk up in the club, I be to death
All black, to kill
Poking out my hip, baby that's the
Niggas snitches so I that concealed
And .45 got a lotta kickback
When it go
Make a nigga get
Shawty in the red dress, make her shit
Take her to the back I'm tryna hit that
Lil chick be a model, ay
her to the back, made her swallow
And I just 20 bottles
The got me goin' full throttle
She know a young nigga got a check, check,
Condos on my neck, neck, neck
25 sittin' in my right pocket
Some tight jeans, Bibby can't dress like

Wherever we go, hoes
I be with killers and
.40, filled up them
We gon' like Apollo
On, on, can't help it
All of these bitches, I 'em
All of my is thugs
And they gon' do just I tell 'em

up in the air
To the sky, ain't no tellin' what we gon' get on
up in the air
For the realest nigga and bitches in here tonight
Damn, these hoes, goin'
They just turn up
Know all them bad bitches, love me
Well, then is on us
And on, been on, can't it
Models, and bottles
all chillin' with my niggas
Models, and bottles