Bottles And Rockin Js

Bottles And Rockin Js文本歌词

Ayo Game, what they do boy?

It's DJ Khaled

I got my black and red Jordan Retro 6's on

I'm all about getting money

I love glorifying my hard work

Popping bottles

*******t, them hoes love it too

This DJ Khaled, We the Best

Ayo Game

Red Nation

All I know is bottles and rocking J's

Bottles and rocking J's

Bottles and rocking J's

Bottles and rocking J's

******* and getting money

******* and getting money

******* and getting money

******* and getting money

Bottles and rocking J's

Bottles and rocking J's

Bottles and rocking J's

Bottles and rocking J's

******* and getting money

******* and getting money

******* and getting money

******* and getting money

All I know is how to smash on everybody record and do what I do

And make somebody have to go and get a hearse

Yo, Game I don't really give a ******* if it's your record

And you my brother my ******* look I got to rhyme fresh

See the way I coming, how I do the game, church

Ask somebody, you got to know you need to get a nurse

Let me bang them with another killer, then we put a couple bottles on the chiller

Kill them with another verse

Everybody see the way I be going and going

How I do it

*******s the only way we know it, but then again, yes we do

We knowing how I be banging

And every sheet that I get

All the heat I be packing

And I show it off

With all this money you know where I'm heading

And I'm going to get the Jordans the patent 11 leathers

They really banging all the way down to the feathers

And I get a couple pair with all this money I be getting

And I kill them with the bounce, you see the way a ******* stepping

And we pop bottles and we rock J's, see me repping

Let me show you way I do it before I hit you with the weapon

Don't be spilling liquor all over my *******t, give me a second

*******t, anyway, see we got to get it up

Probably feeling models up

Let me wrap a bottle up

Let me see everybody put your liquors bottle up

*******, I'm getting money, bottles and rocking chains

Money like I'm LeBron, my whip collection insane

Suicidal thoughts, highway to heaven riding like a boss

Condominium in the clouds, sixty G's a month

Fifty floors, marble walls, pictures of Boston Georgia

******* snorting blow, ******g fast, and cooking ****

Sanctify, Bally shoes, Audemars, Franck Muller, that Chopard

My new ******* must menage, I'm a G

Bottles and rocking J's

Smoking and sipping Spades

Pistol tucked in my Louis

Heat it up like I'm Wade

******* don't do LeBrons, Kobe up on the weekends

Jordans Monday through Friday, especially when I'm freaking

Them cool greys, that's Monday

Them Space Jams, that's Tuesday

Them Spike Lee's, on Wednesday

23 in my Benz, aye

You know I love them sixes, especially on my *******

13s and them spandex on Thursday, it's your birthday

And Friday I ain't lying, King of Diamonds, I'm in heaven

Red bone, ******* popping on my black and red 11's

Patent leather when I step in

You know what I'm repping

It's S-double-O, W-Double-O

Black number 4s I aint get it from the store, Bus know

That all I know is

I put footprints in them couches

I put so much in my two step

Put on for my city, I ain't got no choice but to rep

I put straight shots in they hair

Make pretty girls, do the ugly face

And they just my song on

Move back I need dougie space like aye, aye

Then its right back to my mugging face

*******s saying put the ****** out

BBM, you bugging face

We walked in, want something, bottles pop like we won something

Raise a glass for everybody that's done something from nothing

No grind, no *******ne, dress code, we pay no mind

Cargos and J's on, they let sun in, no blinds

All I drink is my *******t

Stop playing, YouTube

But tonight we on that red berry and cranberry, SooWoo

And I'm smoking on that purp

Sipping on that purp

I came in this ******* with some *******s that will murk

And we ain't about all that talking, you a dead man walking

Stomp a ******* ass out, in these number 4 Jordans

Got a scope on the barrel, that's a hammer with a camera

Hollow tips *******, tip a ******* like a dancer

I don't know nothing but ******* and getting money

Blood gang, kill a ******* in public

Young Tunechi

Shoot a ******* ass up then it's deuces

Head shots, that ******g vest is so useless

Yeah, yo Chuck, ******* these *******s

You know who P-I-ru?

Killer B's *******

Bottles And Rockin JsLRC歌词

Ayo Game, what they do boy?

It's DJ Khaled

I got my black and red Jordan Retro 6's on

I'm all about getting money

I love glorifying my hard work

Popping bottles

*******t, them hoes love it too

This DJ Khaled, We the Best

Ayo Game

Red Nation

All I know is bottles and rocking J's

Bottles and rocking J's

Bottles and rocking J's

Bottles and rocking J's

******* and getting money

******* and getting money

******* and getting money

******* and getting money

Bottles and rocking J's

Bottles and rocking J's

Bottles and rocking J's

Bottles and rocking J's

******* and getting money

******* and getting money

******* and getting money

******* and getting money

All I know is how to smash on everybody record and do what I do

And make somebody have to go and get a hearse

Yo, Game I don't really give a ******* if it's your record

And you my brother my ******* look I got to rhyme fresh

See the way I coming, how I do the game, church

Ask somebody, you got to know you need to get a nurse

Let me bang them with another killer, then we put a couple bottles on the chiller

Kill them with another verse

Everybody see the way I be going and going

How I do it

*******s the only way we know it, but then again, yes we do

We knowing how I be banging

And every sheet that I get

All the heat I be packing

And I show it off

With all this money you know where I'm heading

And I'm going to get the Jordans the patent 11 leathers

They really banging all the way down to the feathers

And I get a couple pair with all this money I be getting

And I kill them with the bounce, you see the way a ******* stepping

And we pop bottles and we rock J's, see me repping

Let me show you way I do it before I hit you with the weapon

Don't be spilling liquor all over my *******t, give me a second

*******t, anyway, see we got to get it up

Probably feeling models up

Let me wrap a bottle up

Let me see everybody put your liquors bottle up

*******, I'm getting money, bottles and rocking chains

Money like I'm LeBron, my whip collection insane

Suicidal thoughts, highway to heaven riding like a boss

Condominium in the clouds, sixty G's a month

Fifty floors, marble walls, pictures of Boston Georgia

******* snorting blow, ******g fast, and cooking ****

Sanctify, Bally shoes, Audemars, Franck Muller, that Chopard

My new ******* must menage, I'm a G

Bottles and rocking J's

Smoking and sipping Spades

Pistol tucked in my Louis

Heat it up like I'm Wade

******* don't do LeBrons, Kobe up on the weekends

Jordans Monday through Friday, especially when I'm freaking

Them cool greys, that's Monday

Them Space Jams, that's Tuesday

Them Spike Lee's, on Wednesday

23 in my Benz, aye

You know I love them sixes, especially on my *******

13s and them spandex on Thursday, it's your birthday

And Friday I ain't lying, King of Diamonds, I'm in heaven

Red bone, ******* popping on my black and red 11's

Patent leather when I step in

You know what I'm repping

It's S-double-O, W-Double-O

Black number 4s I aint get it from the store, Bus know

That all I know is

I put footprints in them couches

I put so much in my two step

Put on for my city, I ain't got no choice but to rep

I put straight shots in they hair

Make pretty girls, do the ugly face

And they just my song on

Move back I need dougie space like aye, aye

Then its right back to my mugging face

*******s saying put the ****** out

BBM, you bugging face

We walked in, want something, bottles pop like we won something

Raise a glass for everybody that's done something from nothing

No grind, no *******ne, dress code, we pay no mind

Cargos and J's on, they let sun in, no blinds

All I drink is my *******t

Stop playing, YouTube

But tonight we on that red berry and cranberry, SooWoo

And I'm smoking on that purp

Sipping on that purp

I came in this ******* with some *******s that will murk

And we ain't about all that talking, you a dead man walking

Stomp a ******* ass out, in these number 4 Jordans

Got a scope on the barrel, that's a hammer with a camera

Hollow tips *******, tip a ******* like a dancer

I don't know nothing but ******* and getting money

Blood gang, kill a ******* in public

Young Tunechi

Shoot a ******* ass up then it's deuces

Head shots, that ******g vest is so useless

Yeah, yo Chuck, ******* these *******s

You know who P-I-ru?

Killer B's *******