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Fabolous

"Bottles And Rocking J's"

[Intro: DJ Khaled]
Ay yo Game, what they do boy
It’s DJ Khaled, I got my black and red Jordan Retro 6′s on
I’m all about gettin' money
I love glorifyin' my hard work, poppin’ bottles
sh*t, them hoes love it too, this DJ Khaled, We The Best
Ayo Game, Red Nation

[Hook x2]
All I know is bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bottles and rockin’ J’s
b*tches and getting money
b*tches and getting money
b*tches and getting money
b*tches and getting money

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
All I know is how to smash on everybody record and do what I do
And make somebody have to go and get a hearse
Yo, Game I don’t really give a f*ck if it’s your record
And you my brother, my n*gga, look I gotta rhyme first
See the way I coming, how I do the game, church
Ask somebody, you gotta know you gotta need a nurse
Let me bang em with another killa, then we put a couple bottles on the chiller
Kill em with another verse
Everybody see the way I be going and going
How I do it
n*ggas don't even be knowing, but then again
Yes they do be knowing how I be banging
In every sh*t that I give you
All the heat I be packin;
And I show it off
With all this money you know where I’m heading
And I’m gonna get the Jordan’s the patent leather 11's
They really banging all the way down to the bed
And I get a couple pair with all this money I be getting
And I kill 'em with the bop, you see the way a n*gga steppin'
And we pop bottles and we rock J’s, see me reppin'
Let me show you way I do it before I hit you with the weapon
Don’t be spillin’ liquor all over my sh*t, give me a second
Anyway, see we gotta get it up, prolly fill a model up
Let me rev a bottle up
Let me see everybody put your liquor bottles up

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
b*tches, I’m gettin' money, bottles and rockin' chains
Money like I’m LeBron my whip collection insane
Suicidal thoughts, highway to heaven riding like a boss
Condominium in the clouds, sixty G’s a month
Fifty floors, marble walls, pictures of Boston George
b*tches snortin' blow, f*ckin' fast and cookin' dope
Sanctify, Bally shoes, Audemars, Franck Muller that Chopard
My new b*tches must menage, I’m a G

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Game]
Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Smokin' and sippin' Spades
Pistol tucked in my Louie
Heated up like I’m Wade
n*gga don’t do LeBron’s, Kobe up on the weekend
Jordan’s Monday through Friday especially when I’m freakin'
Them cool grey’s, thats Monday
Them Space Jams that's Tuesday
Them Spike Lee's on Wednesday
Twenty-three in my Benz eh
You know I love them sixes especially on my b*tches
Thirteens and them spandex on Thursday, it’s your birthday
And Friday I ain't lying, King of Diamonds, I'm in heaven
Redbone pus*y poppin' on my black and red elevens
Patent leather when I step in
You know what I’m reppin’
It’s S double -O, W- Double O
Black number fours I ain't get it from the store, Bus' know
All I know is

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Fabolous]
I put footprints in them couches
I put so much in my two step
Put on fo' my city, I ain't got no choice but to rep
I put straight shots in they hand
Make pretty girls, do the ugly face
And they just put my song on
Move back I need dougie space like, ay, ay
Then its right back to my muggin’ face
n*gga said put the weed out
BBM, you buggin face
We walked in one some'n, bottles pop like we won some'n
Raise a glass for erry’body that’s done something from nothin
No grind, no shine, dress code, we pay no mind
Cargo’s and J’s on, they let Sun in, no blinds
All I drink is my sh*t
Stop playin', YouTube
But tonight we on that Red Berry and Cranberry, Soo Woo

[Verse 5: Lil Wayne]
And I’m smokin’ on that purp
Sippin’ on that purp
I came in this b*tch with some n*ggas that will murk
And we ain't bout all that talkn, you a dead man walking
Stomp a n*gga ass out, in these number 4 Jordans
Got a scope on the barrel that’s a hammer with a camera
Hollow tips n*gga, tip a n*gga like a dancer
I don’t know nothing but b*tches and gettin money
Blood gang, kill a n*gga in public
Young Tunechi
Shoot a n*gga ass up then it’s Deuces
Head shots that f*cking vest is so useless
Yeah, yo chuck, f*ck these n*ggas
You know who, P-I-RU, killer bees n*gga
WHOOO, Young Moula baby

[Hook]

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