Bottles Up

All my real party people Stand on them couches right now Put your bottles up Busta Rhymes, Big Ali New York City, R-Wan Sparklers in the air Watch out, ma, you're in the danger zone Just gimme the ass or leave me alone Just do what I ask or you could go home Shorty gettin' fast with me, I get nasty and groan She with everything she love now I keep it good Lickin' her mac lip gloss smellin' like cocoa butter We in the corner where we start like we call the cheddar Mamma thirsty and she wants me to put it on her It surely started on my own She acting like I'm moving like she's takin' me home Baby got horny on me once she saw my cologne Now she wild up on me and she tryna sip a form of Patrón You sip on my Ciroc while I'm all in my zone Shorty bangin' lookin' like a young Nina Simone I check it, see ma know how to act for me Let me open it up and blow out your back Testing Testing Testing Testing Testing Testing Testing Testing Put them bottles up Put them bottles up, up, up What's up girl, let's get blown After the club, I take you home But for now, here's some Patrón, Avión, Duce it's on Shots, shots, shots, straight too damn it's on Let's get naked, let's get wasted No ice, that's for watches, chains, bracelets Bottles 'o Ace, so many spades in the place They callin' me Pokerface Light up the place just like the sun in your face You gon' need a pair of shades Block all the glare, fuclk man is high off the air Just to be perfectly clear, we raise the bottle, we buy it, buy it Bottles up, let's start a riot, dig deep Put them bottles up