The Game

The Game - Bottles & Rockin' J's

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[Dj Khaled:]

Ayo 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 glorifying my hard work

Poppin' bottles

Shit them hoes love it too

This DJ Khaled, We The Best

Ayo Game. Red Nation

[Chorus:]

All I know is bottles and rockin' J's

Bottles and rockin' J's

Bottles and rockin' J's

Bottles and rockin' J's

Wininng and getting money

Wininng and getting money

Wininng and getting money

Wininng and getting money

Bottles and rockin' J's

Bottles and rockin' J's

Bottles and rockin' J's

Bottles and rockin' J's

Wininng and getting money

Wininng and getting money

Wininng and getting money

Wininng and getting money

[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 fuck if it's 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 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

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 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 11 leathers

They really banging all the way down to the [?]

And I get a couple pair with all this money I be getting

And I kill em with the bounce, you see the way a nigga 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 shit, give me a second

Shiiiit, anyway, see we gotta get it up, fillin bottles up

Let me [?]

[Rick Ross:]

Bitches, I'm gettin money, bottles and rocking chains

Money like I'm LeBron, my whip collection insane

Suicidal thoughts, highway to heaven riding like a boss

Condominium in the clouds, 60g's a month

50 floors, marble walls, pictures of Boston Georgia

Bitches snortin' blow, fuckin fast and cookin' dope

Sanctify, Bally shoes, Audemars, Franck Muller [?]

My new bitches must menage I'm a G

[Chorus]

[Game:]

Bottles and rockin' J's

Smokin' and sippin' Spades

Pistol tucked in my Louie

Heated up like I'm Wade

Nigga don't do LeBron's, Kobe up on the weekends

Jordan's Monday through Friday especially when I'm freakin

Them cool grey's, that's Monday

Them Space jams that's Tuesday

That Spike Lee's on Wednesday

23 in my Benz eh

You know I love them 6′s especially on my bitches

13′s and them spandex on Thursday, it's your birthday

And Friday I ain't lying, King Of Diamonds I'm in heaven

Red Bone pussy poppin' on my black and red 11′s

Patent leather when I step in

You know what I'm reppin'

It's S double-O, W Double-O

Black number 4′s I ain't get it from the store, Buss know

That all I know is

[Chorus]

[Fabolous:]

I put footprints in them couches

I put so much in my two step

Put on for my city, I ain't got no choice but to rep

I put straight shots in they hair

Make pretty girls, do the ugly face

And they just my song on

Move back I need dougie space like ay, ay

Then it's right back to my muggin' face

Niggas said put the weed out

BBM, you buggin face

We walked in, want somethin', bottles pop like we won some'n

Raise a glass for err'ybody 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 shit

Stop playin, Youtube

But tonight we on that Red Berry and Cranberry, Soo Woo

[Lil Wayne:]

And I'm smokin' on that purp

Sippin' on that purp

I came in this bitch with some niggas that will murk

And we ain't bout all that talkin', you a dead man walking

Stomp a nigga ass out, in these number 4 Jordans

Got a scope on the barrell that's a hammer with a camera

Hollow tips nigga, tip a nigga like a dancer

I don't know nothing but bitches and gettin money

Blood gang kill a nigga in public

Young Tunechi

Shoot a nigga ass up then it's Deuces

Head shots that fucking vest is so useless

Yeah, yo chuck, fuck these niggas

You know who Piru?

Killer bees nigga

[Chorus]

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