Toka Vodka, bottles up Abosolute on rockers, bottles up Courvoisier, bottles up Or Alizae, bottles up Silver Patron, bottles up Belle Vetison, bottles up Cas Creme, bottles Up
] Now everybody pull ya' whips out, get 'em shined up Hit the mirror make sure ya' boy leaned up Brush up out the clean up, ya' team freezed up I know
yep gotta tv and steerin wheels like luda n if u run up on me look dirrty ill shoot ya G.i.b 1 on my customized plates slide alot bottles dont never come
ain't no joke I love the way she roll Especially when she working going up and down that pole Cause she's a professional and she'll stick you up without
up in the air (Two times if you love good music) Hands up in the air (And three times for the baddest chick in the world) (Who got her hands up in the air) Hands up
stick your head in a tornado -- brainstorm. I drop bombs. Flex. Napalm. Black and yellow, we'll pull up in your ghetto, Giuseppes when I step out, posted up
plenty ackrite you know where we at right here, like here in the club on the furniture, f-ck do I care? tell the club owner here, Rose, Remy bottle please
only thing that matters, oh So we do it how we do it All up in your face, man, I hate to put you through it I be up all night, whole crew's in here '
with me, if you stop and stare Should be on my team in my car on the way to the spot Yes, you are Toasting up, posting up And when we're done, we west
My section in the club, Remy, Rose When your maw ready say go, okay Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go "bow!" Everybody pop a bottle, make that
We in the motherfucking building A hundred fucking bottles Yeah, come on, let go, let go Girl, I want you face down, first thing when I wake up I already
first class Turned you to a rich bitch by your first glass Up in this bitch and we lit up like a screen Every time we hit the charts, niggas shoot up
you love em then cuff em Cause we looking for some j,.. And when we come around You know it's going down, When that tour bus pull up get all the ladies
i be gunning and blowing and and i be stitching and sewing up everything up in this bitch, lets go everybody that i'ma come and i'ma kill 'em when we step up
your head in a tornado, brainstorm I drop bombs, FLex, Napalm black and yellow, will pull up in your ghetto Giuseppe's when I step out, posted up in
team is just like a Sabre shot, we be eating them up ... we be beating them up Halftime, we be sweepin' them up On the court, I be working them up There
Victoria Gotti And the whole Gotti family stay up This time around I ain't takin' no shit This time around I never get bit This time around I switched up