Lyrics

Yeaaah
Comere
It's mister steal yo girl (x2)
Ay girl ay girl ay girl
Leggo

Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Ay whats' in ya cup
Got a couple bottles
But a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Throw ya hands up
Tell security we bouta tear this club up

Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Pocket full of green
Girl you know I love the way you shakin it them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Throw yo hands up
Bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up)
Bottoms up (up) up (up) up bottoms

You know what it is
Girl we back up in this thang (thang)
Money stay in my pocket
Girl I'm like a walkin bank (bank)
Tell me what you drank (drank)
Tell me what you think (think)
If I go get these bottles we go alchol insane (insane)

Callin all the girls (girls)
Do you hear me
All around the world (world)
City to city (city)

Cheers to the girls
Throw deuce to the guys
Na I got a chiken and a goose in the ride
Getin loose in the ride
Hatin ass nigga you can move
To the move to the move to the side

Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Ay whats' in ya cup
Got a couple bottles
But a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Throw ya hands up
Tell security we bouta tear this club up

Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Pocket full of green
Girl you know I love the way you shakin it them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Throw yo hands up
Bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up)
Bottoms up (up) up (up) up bottoms

My vision's blurred (comere)
My words slur (comere)
It's jam packed (yeaa)
A million girls (ay)
And I ain't trynna lead em
We drunk so let me be yo alchol heat room

Callin all the girls (girls)
Do you hear me (girl)
All around the world (world)
City to city (yeeaahhh)

Cheers to the girls
Throw deuce to the guys
Na I got a chicken and a goose in the ride
Getin loose in the ride
Hatin ass nigga you can move to the move to the move
to the side

Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Ay whats' in ya cup
Got a couple bottles
But a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Throw ya hands up
Tell security we bouta tear this club up

Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Pocket full of green
Girl you know I love the way you shakin it them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
[Nicki Minaj: uh huh]
Throw yo hands up
[Nicki Minaj: uh]
Bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up)
Bottoms up (up) up (up) up bottoms
[Nicki Minaj: uh yo]

Can I get that dro
Can I get that remmy
Can I get that coke
Can I get that henny
Can I get that margarita on the rock rock rock
Can I get salt all around that rim rim rim rim
Trey
I was like yo Trey
Do you think you can buy me a bottle of rosay

Okay let's get it now
I'm wit a bad bitch he's wit his friends
I don't say hi I say keys to the Benz
Keys to the Benz, keys to the Benz
Mufuckin rite yea b to the 10
If a bitch try to get cute Ima stomp her
Throw alotta money at her then yell fuck her
Fuck her, fuck her, then yell fuck her
Then I'm go and get my loui belt slug her

Excuse me I'm sorry I'm really such a lady
I rep young money
You know slim baby
And we be doin donuts while we wave in the 3-80
We give alot of money to the babies out in Haiti
Yellin all around the world
Do you hear me
Do you like my body and a Nicki
Rest in peace to Ana Nicole Smith
Yes my dear you're so explosive
Say hi to Mary Mary and Joseph
Now bottoms up and double my doses

Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Ay whats' in ya cup
Got a couple bottles
But a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Throw ya hands up
Tell security we bouta tear this club up

Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Pocket full of green
Girl you know I love the way you shakin it them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Throw yo hands up
Bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up)
Bottoms up (up) up (up) up bottoms
Bottoms up [fade till end]