It's Mr. Steal
Your Girl
Bottoms up, bottoms up,
aim us in your cup
Got a couple bottles but a
couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up,
throw your hands up
Tell security we about to
tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up,
pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love it
when you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up,
throw your hands up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up
You know what it is, girl,
we back up in this thing
Money stay in my pocket,
girl, I'm like a walking bank
Tell me what you drank,
tell me what you think
If I go get these bottles,
we go alcohol and dink
She's callin' all the girls, do you hear me?
All around the world, city to city
Cheers to the girls,
so adieu to the guys
Now I got a chicken and a goose
and a rag and a loose and a ride
Hey nice nigga, you can move to the,
move to the, move to the side
Bottoms up, bottoms up, air us in your cup
Got a couple bottles but a
couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up,
throw your hands up
Tell security we bout to
tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up,
pocket full of three
Girl, you know I love the way you
shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up,
throw your hands up
Bottoms up, bottoms up,
bottoms up, bottoms up
My vision's blurred, my words slurred
It's jam -packed, a million girls
And I ain't tryna lead, oh
We drunk, so let me be your alcohol hero
I'm callin' all the girls, do you hear me?
All around the world, city to city
Cheers to the girls,
oh, juice to the guys
Now I got a chicken and
a goose and a ride
Get loose and a ride
Hey, nice n***a,
you can move to the mood
Move the mood, to the side
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Hey, what's in your cup?
Got a couple bottles,
but a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Throw your hands up
Tell security we bout the Tennis Club
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Pocket full of greed
Girl, you know I love the way you
shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Throw your pants up, bottoms up,
bottoms up, bottoms up
Can I get that drone?
Can I get that Remy?
Can I get that coke?
Can I get that Henny?
Can I get that margarita on the rock, rock,
rocks?
Can I get salt all around
that rum, rum, rum, rum tray?
I was like, yo, Trey,
do you think you could buy me a bottle of rosé?
Okay, let's get it now, I'm with a band,
bitch, he's with his friends
I don't say hi, I say keys to the bins,
keys to the bins,
keys to the bins
Mothafucka, yeah, B to the 10
If a bitch try to get cute,
I'ma snuff her
Then we'll add the money, add it,
then y fuck her, fuck her, fuck her
Then y 'all fuck her,
then I'ma go and get my Louisville fucker
Ex cuse me, I'm sorry,
I'm really such a lady
I rep young money, you know, slim, baby
And we be doin' donuts while we wavin',
let's be 80
We give a lot of money
to the babies out in Haiti
Yellin' all around the world,
do you hear me?
Do you like my body and a Nicki?
Rest in peace to Anna Nicole Smith
Yes, my dear, you're so explosive
Say hi to Mary Mary and Joseph
Now bottoms up and double my dose
Bottoms up, bottoms up,
hey what's in your cup?
Got a couple bottoms,
but a couple in it
Turn your bottoms up, bottoms up,
throw your hands up
Tell security we about to
tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up,
pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it
Ooh, shake it
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Bottoms up,
bottoms up, bottoms up
Bottoms up
Bottoms up
I, I, I, I am the land sky
Bottoms up
I'm roaming
Bottoms up