CyHi
100 Bottles
[Intro]
We in the motherfuckin' buildin'

[Chorus: Chris Brown, CyHi the Prynce]
A hundred fuckin' bottles, a hundred fuckin' bottles
A hundred fuckin' bottles, a hundred fuckin' bottles
A hundred fuckin' bottles, a-a-a hundred fuckin' bottles
Stuntin' is my motto with two hundred bad models and a
A hundred fuckin' bottles, a hundred fuckin' bottles (Yeah!)
A hundred fuckin' bottles, a hundred fuckin' bottles
I need a, a hundred fuckin' bottles, a-a-a hundred fuckin' bottles (Yeah)
Stuntin' is my motto with two hundred bad models and a— (CyHi)

[Verse 1: CyHi The Prynce]
A hundred fuckin' bottles (Bottles), I wanna fuck a model (Model)
I got her on Patrón ('Trón), she open like a novel (Novel)
I told her, "Make it wobble," while I grab her from behind ('Hind)
Then she made it whine, so I ordered some Moscato (Some Moscato?)
A couple hookers and a bucket of that Rosé (Rosé)
We up in this bitch, n***as grillin' like Chipotle (Okay)
Twenty bottle waters, cranberry, and some OJ
Throw that money in the air and watch it fall like a snowflake (Ballin', ha)
I smell like kush and Dolce (Dolce)
I'm on that gin and juice and I'm feelin' like the old Dre (Old Dre)
I'll be lyin' if I say I wasn't drunk (Drunk)
It feels like I smoked a hundred blunts and I ordered like a
[Chorus: CyHi the Prynce, Chris Brown]
A hundred fuckin' bottles (Yeah), a hundred fuckin' bottles
A hundred fuckin' bottles, a hundred fuckin' bottles (Okay)
A hundred fuckin' bottles, a-a-a hundred fuckin' bottles (What?)
Stuntin' is my motto with two hundred bad models and a
A hundred fuckin' bottles, a hundred fuckin' bottles (Yeah!)
A hundred fuckin' bottles, a hundred fuckin' bottles
I need a (Yeah), a hundred fuckin' bottles, a-a-a hundred fuckin' bottles (I'ma let my partner Breezy holla at you breezies)
Stuntin' is my motto with two hundred bad models and a— (What's up?)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Oh my God, waiter, we packed up in this bitch
And I'm feelin' hater vapors, yeah, it's hot up in this bitch
But, but you won't ever phase me and I know why you hate me
'Cause my fuckin' cleanin' lady look hotter than your bitch
And you know I'm 'bout to spend a hunnid racks up on this bar, bar
You don't wanna drink, you wanna be nosy, Mrs. Aardvark
And I know that you not used to rejection
But if you don't get naked, get the fuck up out my section

[Chorus: Chris Brown, CyHi the Prynce, Big Sean]
I'ma need a
A hundred fuckin' bottles, a hundred fuckin' bottles
A hundred fuckin' bottles, a hundred fuckin' bottles
A hundred fuckin' bottles, a-a-a hundred fuckin' bottles
Stuntin' is my motto with two hundred bad models and a
A hundred fuckin' bottles, a hundred fuckin' bottles (Yeah)
A hundred fuckin' bottles, a hundred fuckin' bottles (Hold on, baby)
A hundred fuckin' bottles, a-a-a hundred fuckin' bottles (Let me introduce you to my partner Sean, boi, boi)
Stuntin' is my motto with two hundred bad models and a— (I do it, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3: Big Sean, Chris Brown]
You know I do it the biggest (Biggest)
Got these bitch n***as hatin' (Hatin')
Got these bad bitches jizzin' (Woah)
Holdin' down my city, but I pick up that commission (Do it)
Boy, I run my city, so you might need my permission ('Mission)
I'm just champagne pissin' (Pissin'), drink it 'til I might drown (Drown)
Seen her in a weddin' dress, I've seen her in her nightgown (Woah)
Boy, she take me out to eat while you'll be tryna eat her out (Woah)
Got a hundred fuckin' bottles, boing with my wiener out (Yeah!)
Damn right, I got—

[Chorus: Big Sean, Chris Brown]
A hundred fuckin' bottles (Boi, boi, boi, boi), a hundred fuckin' bottles (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
A hundred fuckin' bottles (Yeah), a hundred fuckin' bottles (Bitch, yeah)
A hundred fuckin' bottles, a-a-a hundred fuckin' bottles
Stuntin' is my motto with two hundred bad models and a
A hundred fuckin' bottles, a hundred fuckin' bottles (I need about, yeah!)
A hundred fuckin' bottles, a hundred fuckin' bottles (I need about)
I need a, a hundred fuckin' bottles, a-a-a hundred fuckin' bottles (Baby, give me a hundred bottles)
Stuntin' is my motto with two hundred bad models and a—

[Outro: Chris Brown]
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