The NY Mix! Yeah
Come here
It's Mr. Steal your girl <i>[x2]</i>

If you Mr Steal your girl,
You know Bussa Buss is Mr Smash Anybody's record

Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Aye what's in ya cup (remix)
Got a couple bottles
But a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Throw ya hands up (remix)
Tell security we bouta tear this club up
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Pocket full of green (remix)
Girl you know I love the way you shakin in them jeans
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Throw yo hands up
Bottoms up <i>[x3]</i>

<i>[Verse 1:]</i>
Ay yo Trey, let me get 'em,
Now look
Everybody know that when I step up in the building and I'm doin' what I'm doin' I be crowdin' up the block,
Cuttin' up and killin' 'em, fuckin up the buildin'
Gettin' to the bar and buy a couple bottles of ciroc
Bottles of 'Tron, bottles of the Grand Ma yeah
Couple bottles of the Yac,
Bottles of the Rose
Throw another couple shots back
Throw another back, bring another couple of them models, okay K!
Get another drink, let the waiter know
Tell every single bottle, finna spend a lotta dough
I don't even know what I'm bout to drink next,
Gotta make a choice eenie, meenie, miney, mo! (OH)
Now we sippin' little Don Julio
Shawty <i>[?]</i> big, hot up in the booty-oh!
Pop pop get it get it money when you feelin'
<i>[?]</i> probably give it to you in the studio
Now we in the cut, better put ya bottle up
Mami got a little strut, baby, baby
Pour a little in the cup
Get ya little bottom up
You can get up in the trunk, maybe, maybe
Then I come in and I give it to you raw
Baby girl go ahead, wriggle to the floor
Beat bang til you can't take it anymore
While I make you drunk, everybody fall on the floor
King Kong, what ya dun know when I come through
I'm a give it to ya, niggas gon hate it
How it, evaporate everything around
See the way I do, everything disintegrated
What I do, I'm a never never do it wrong
Then I hit you with the bang and I hit you with the bong
Back murderin' another track
Every nigga better black when I hit ya, Trey Songz
Trey Songz.

<i>[Chorus: Trey Songz]</i>
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Ay what's in ya cup
Got a couple bottles
But a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Throw ya hands up
Tell security we bouta tear this club up
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Pocket full of green
Girl you know I love the way you shakin it them jeans
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Throw yo hands up
Bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) up (up) up bottoms

<i>[Verse 2: Jae Millz]</i>
Now Go Go
Gimme That Gimme That Gimme That Coke Coke Coke So
It's Slow Mo When I Take That Branberry And Cram It This Close?
Trey Said Bottoms Up So Baby Raise Your Bottoms Up
And if You Walk Without A Cup allow Me Get You A Bottle Of What
Have You Desire For You And Them Girls Beside You (Spread The Love)
Raise A Toast For Being Bad Raise Them Higher
Young Money Swag Yea My Whole Crew Fly
I Don't Know Him But I Bet He Know I We Young Money Uptown
So pound ass nigga you can sit your ass sit your ass sit your ass down
Millz

<i>[Chorus: Trey Songz]</i>
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Ay what's in ya cup
Got a couple bottles
But a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Throw ya hands up
Tell security we bouta tear this club up
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Pocket full of green
Girl you know I love the way you shakin it them jeans
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Throw yo hands up
Bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) up (up) up bottoms