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Ayo Game, what they do boy
Itâs DJ Khaled
I got my black and red Jordan Retro 6â²s on
Iâm all about gettinâ money
I love glorifying my hard work
Poppinâ bottles
Shit, them hoes love it too
This DJ Khaled, We The Best
Ayo Game, red nation!
All I know is bottles and rockinâ Jâs
Bottles and rockinâ Jâs
Bottles and rockinâ Jâs
Bottles and rockinâ Jâs
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money
Bottles and rockinâ Jâs
Bottles and rockinâ Jâs
Bottles and rockinâ Jâs
Bottles and rockinâ Jâs
Bitches and getting money (ayo Game, I wanna talk right now)
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money (I wanna let niggas know what I know)
Bitches and getting money
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 donât really give a fuck if itâs your record
And you my brother, my nigga, look I gotta rhyme fresh
See the way I coming, how I do the game, church
Ask somebody, you gotta know you need to get a nurse
Let me bang âem with another killer
Then we put a couple bottles on the chiller
Kill âem with another verse
Everybody see the way I be going and going
How I do it, niggas the only way we know it
But then again, yes we do
We knowing how I be banging
And every sheet that I get
All the heat I be packinâ
And I show it off
With all this money you know where Iâm heading
And Iâm gonna get the Jordanâs, the patent 11 leathers
They really banging all the way down to the dead end
And I get a couple pair with all this money I be getting
And I kill âem with the bounce, you see the way a nigga steppinâ
And we pop bottles and we rock Jâs, see me reppinâ
Let me show you way I do it before I hit you with the weapon
Donât be spillinâ liquor all over my shit, give me a second
Shiiiit, anyway, see we gotta get it up
Probably feelinâ models up
Let me wrap a bottle up
Let me see everybody put your liquors bottle up
Bitches Iâm gettinâ money, bottles and rocking chains
Money like Iâm LeBron, my whip collection insane
Suicidal thoughts, highway to heaven riding like a boss
Condominium in the clouds, 60gâs a month
50 floors, marble walls, pictures of Boston, George
Bitches snortinâ blow, fuckinâ fast and cookinâ dope
Sanctify, Bally shoes, Audemars, Franck Muller that Chopard
My new bitches must menage Iâm a G
All I know is bottles and rockinâ Jâs
Bottles and rockinâ Jâs
Bottles and rockinâ Jâs
Bottles and rockinâ Jâs
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money
Bottles and rockinâ Jâs
Bottles and rockinâ Jâs
Bottles and rockinâ Jâs
Bottles and rockinâ Jâs
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money
Bottles and rockinâ Jâs
Smokinâ and sippinâ Spades
Pistol tucked in my Louie
Heated up like Iâm Wade
Nigga donât do LeBronâs, Kobe up on the weekends
Jordanâs Monday through Friday especially when Iâm freakinâ
Them cool greyâs, thatâs Monday
Them Space Jams, thatâs Tuesday
Them Spike Leeâs on Wednesday
23â²s in my Benz, eh
You know I love them 6â²s, especially on my bitches
13â²s and them spandex on Thursday, itâs your birthday
And Friday I ainât lying, King Of Diamonds Iâm in heaven
Red Bone pussy poppinâ on my black and red 11â²s
Patent leather when I step in
You know what Iâm reppinâ
Itâs S double-O, W Double-O
Black number 4â²s I ainât get it from the store, Buss know
That all I know is
Bottles and rockinâ Jâs
Bottles and rockinâ Jâs
Bottles and rockinâ Jâs
Bottles and rockinâ Jâs
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money
Bottles and rockinâ Jâs
Bottles and rockinâ Jâs
Bottles and rockinâ Jâs
Bottles and rockinâ Jâs
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money
I put footprints in them couches
I put so much in my two step
Put on for my city, I ainât got no choice but to rep
I put straight shots in they hand
Make pretty girls do the ugly face
And they just my song on
Move back, I need dougie space like ay, ay
Then its right back to my mugginâ face
Niggas saying put the weed out
BBM, you bugginâ face
We walked in, want somethinâ, bottles pop like we won somethinâ
Raise a glass for errâybody thatâs done somethinâ from nothinâ
No grind, no shine, dress code, we pay no mind
Cargoâs and Jâs on, they let sun in, no blinds
All I drink is my shit, stop playinâ, YouTube
But tonight we on that Red Berry and Cranberry, Soo Woo
And Iâm smokinâ on that purp, sippinâ on that purp
I came in this bitch with some niggas that will murk
And we ainât âbout all that talkinâ, you a dead man walking
Stomp a nigga ass out, in these number 4 Jordans
Got a scope on the barrell, thatâs a hammer with a camera
Hollow tips nigga, tip a nigga like a dancer
I donât know nothing but bitches and gettinâ money
Blood gang, kill a nigga in public
Young Tunechi!
Shoot a nigga ass up then itâs deuces
Head shots, that fucking vest is so useless
Yeah, yo Chuck, fuck these niggas
You know who? P-I-R-U, killer Bâs nigga
All I know is bottles and rockinâ Jâs (oww)
Bottles and rockinâ Jâs
Bottles and rockinâ Jâs (Young Mula Babyyy)
Bottles and rockinâ Jâs
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money
Bottles and rockinâ Jâs
Bottles and rockinâ Jâs
Bottles and rockinâ Jâs
Bottles and rockinâ Jâs
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money
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