Bitches And Bottles

Turn up! Ya not in I said "Turn up!" Wooooo Bitches and bottles You know what is it Ay, (Dj Khaled) Let's get it started, let's go dumb and retarded Let's get high as we wanna, let's go and burn up a forest Better load up your cartridge, get the car it's inside it Let's put in ice in your watches and designer on your body Let's order bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles Bitches and bottles, let's order bitches and bottles Bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles Bitches and bottles, let's get it started I'm turned up 'till my knob broke You say turn it down I say nah ho My neck rocky like Balboa My watch official, it's uncalled for In the St. regis on all floors I got six sluts on all fours They french kissin' say bonjour I got my own shine but I want yours I'm stupid rich got stupid bitch Who stupid thick in Louboutin Don't like me, fuck you again Wanna fight me well come do it then Right hand to God on everything I see the hearts of men and they very lame I won't entertain no punk shit They talk shit and I run shit Boy you tryin' to get what I been here Hold it down for like 10 years I'm gettin' it in til it's unreal Let's say one album and like ten mill Plus my swag is stupid low IQ (dumd) Hurt nigga feelin', I don't try to But when you ballin' like I do You know sucker niggas don't like you, so Let's get it started, let's go dumb and retarded Let's get high as we wanna, let's go and burn up a forest Better load up your cartridge, get the car it's inside it Let's put in ice in your watches and designer on your body Let's order bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles Bitches and bottles, let's order bitches and bottles Bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles Bitches and bottles, let's get it started It's Tunechi you bitch you I like sticky weed and sticky pussy Sittin' on like a hundred mil I treat that shit like whoopie cushion Ballin' on them fuck niggas They on the bench I bench press em' They hating from the sidelines They pissed off, piss test em' Man I'm on that lean Liquor for the bitches Who fuckin' wit' me? All I hear is crickets I got stank up in my swisher My bitch pussy smell like roses She on that Molly, I'm on that Mary I'm on that Mary like Joseph Man I'm married to this shit You can call it Shit Carter Dick stay up like it got insomnia All them niggas hatin', fuck ya in ya pussy The best things in life are free Free my nigga Boosie, gone Let's get it started, let's go dumb and retarded Let's get high as we wanna, let's go and burn up a forest Better load up your cartridge, get the car it's inside it Let's put in ice in your watches and designer on your body Let's order bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles Bitches and bottles, let's order bitches and bottles Bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles Bitches and bottles, let's get it started Ok, now lil' nigga My clique realer Dick is fucking my big tipper In the club 'bout 20 bottles I make movie like Ben Stiller Chase money, don't chase hoes That bitch rockin my straight liquor Neck Froze like cold winner Stand by me in the chinchilla Presidential got plenty rocks Rock bull like no jigger Brain off in the new shit I told the dealer you can keep it seelin' Plenty bitches won't get the buissnes I told dimes my dick decission Guns with me New super vision Mark the dog, It's feels like tention I hit once and my mind gone Typer stroke when my dress long Sea star come make a wish Come take flick with ya camera phone I'm in the club and I'm turn to the max Better be pretty, I'm turned, I'm back Clique full a lot That you know where they at I will be Chris, So many would die Let's get it started, let's go dumb and retarded Let's get high as we wanna, let's go and burn up a forest Better load up your cartridge, get the car it's inside it Let's put in ice in your watches and designer on your body Let's order bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles Bitches and bottles, let's order bitches and bottles Bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles Bitches and bottles, let's get it started Ay, Let's order bitches and bottles (Dj Khaled) Let's order bitches and bottles They're out of era, our models They're out of era, our models (let's go) I make hits, I find hits And I put hits out