Twista - Models & Bottles lyrics
rate meFt. Jeremih & Lil Bibby
(Hook: Jeremih)
Drinks up in the air!
To the sky, ain't telling what goin' on tonight
Drinks up in the air
For the realest nigga living tonight
Damn keys, they going
They won't turn up
Know all them bad bitches, they love me
Well them drinks is on us
They all can't help it
Models, actresses and bottles
Bro, chilling with my niggas
Models, actresses and bottles
(Verse: Twista)
It's a celebration
Throw 'em up if you're a mission
Put ur hands in the air
Wave 'em like u just don't care
Ya went from rags to riches and I get it cuz u on
Partying like u ain't neva had nothing
Middle fingers in the sky for the haters
Ya ain't neva really been up on my level so don't try to holla
When ya see me riding out of Vegas, whew
Cuz I be poppin' the bottles becuz I'll be able
Just look at my table! There's nothin' but models
And nothing but dollars, look at lil mama
She want to holla, she want to follow, she want to swallow, whew
After the phi-phi, I got insta plans, she want to see me
I gain insta fans when I be me
I'm on Instagram in a GT, what? That's right
I'mma fuck with her for the night
I don't give a fuck what ya like
I'm up in the club but I'm right
Let her know that we are the family
We on the pedigree, we are celebrities
And ya know I'm smoking weed and I'm ready
Like I be at the Grammys, the party is heavy
And I got the fetti
And I'm off a Xanny and she got the panties
(Hook)
(Verse 2: Lil Bibby)
Okay I walk up in the club, I be fresh to death
All black, dressed to kill
Bumping on my hip? Baby that's the steel
Bitches so I keep that concealed
And that .45 got a lotta kickback
When it go click-clack, make a nigga get back
Shawty in the red dress, make her ass clap
Take her to the back cuz I'm tryna hit that
Lil chick want to be a model, ay
Took her to the back, made her swallow
And I just bought twenty bottles
The Rosé got me going full throttle
She know a young nigga got a check, check, check
Condos sitting on my neck, neck, neck
Twenty five racks sitting in my right pocket
Some tight jeans, Bibby can't dress like that
(Bridge)
Whereva we go, niggas follow
I go be with killers and robbers
.40, filled up them hollows
We gon' clap like Apollo
On and on, can't help it
All of these bitches, I share 'em
All of my niggas is thugs
(Hook)
