Bottles And Rockin J's (Remix)

[Intro: DJ Khaled] 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 gettin' money I love glorifyin' my hard work, poppin' bottles Shit, them hoes love it too, this DJ Khaled, We The Best Ayo Game, Red Nation [Chorus: The Game & Rick Ross] All I know is bottles and rockin' J's (Woo) Bottles and rockin' J's (Woo) Bottles and rockin' J's (Woo) Bottles and rockin' J's Bitches and getting money Bitches and getting money Bitches and getting money Bitches and getting money All I know is bottles and rockin' J's (Woo) Bottles and rockin' J's (Woo) Bottles and rockin' J's (Woo) Bottles and rockin' J's Bitches and getting money Bitches and getting money Bitches and getting money Bitches and getting money [Interlude: Busta Rhymes] Ayo Game, I wanna talk right now I-I wanna let niggas know what I know [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] 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 fuck if it's your record And you my brother, my nigga, look I gotta rhyme first See the way I coming, how I do the game, church Ask somebody, you gotta know you gotta need a nurse Let me bang 'em with another killa, then we put a couple bottles on the chiller Kill 'em with another verse Everybody see the way I be going and going How I do it Niggas don't even be knowing, but then again Yes they do be knowing how I be banging In every shit that I give you All the heat I be packin' And I show it off With all this money you know where I'm heading And I'm gonna get the Jordan's the patent leather 11's They really banging all the way down to the bed And I get a couple pair with all this money I be getting And I kill 'em with the bop, you see the way a nigga steppin' And we pop bottles and we rock J's, see me reppin' Let me show you way I do it before I hit you with the weapon Don’t be spillin' liquor all over my shit, give me a second Anyway, see we gotta get it up, prolly fill a model up Let me rev a bottle up Let me see everybody put your liquor bottles up, let's go M-M-M-M-Maybach Music [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Bitches, I'm gettin' money (Woo), bottles and rockin' chains (Huh) Money like I'm LeBron, my whip collection insane (Woo) Suicidal thoughts (Huh), highway to heaven riding like a boss Condominium in the clouds, sixty G's a month (Aha-ha-ha) Fifty floors, marble walls, pictures of Boston George Bitches snortin' blow, fuckin' fast and cookin' dope (Woo) Sanctify, Bally shoes, Audemars, Franck Muller that Chopard My new bitches must menage, I'm a G [Chorus: Teyana Taylor & Rick Ross] You can find me in the stores (Woo), spendin' money (Woo) Hall up in the club, throwin' money In my J's J's J's J's I'll be in my J's J's J's J's You can find me in the stores (Woo), spendin' money (Woo) Hall up in the club (Woo), throwin' money We don't play play play play play When it comes to the J's J's J's J's [Verse 3: The Game] Bottles and rockin' J's Smokin' and sippin' Spades Pistol tucked in my Louie Heated up like I'm Wade Nigga don't do LeBron's, Kobe up on the weekend Jordan's Monday through Friday especially when I'm freakin' Them cool grey's, that's Monday Them Space Jams, that's Tuesday Them Spike Lee's on Wednesday Twenty-three in my Benz, eh You know I love them sixes especially on my bitches Thirteens and them spandex on Thursday, it's your birthday And Friday I ain't lying, King of Diamonds, I'm in heaven Redbone pussy poppin' on my black and red elevens Patent leather when I step in You know what I'm reppin' It’s S double -O, W- Double O Black number fours I ain't get it from the store, Bus' know [Chorus: Teyana Taylor & Rick Ross] You can find me in the stores (Woo), spendin' money (Woo) Hall up in the club (Woo), throwin' money In my J's J's J's J's I'll be in my J's J's J's J's You can find me in the stores (Woo), spendin' money (Woo) Hall up in the club (Woo), throwin' money We don't play play play play play When it comes to the J's J's J's J's [Verse 4: Fabolous] I put footprints in them couches I put so much in my two step Put on fo' my city, I ain't got no choice but to rep I put straight shots in they hand Make pretty girls, do the ugly face And they just put my song on Move back I need dougie space like, ayy, ayy Then it's right back to my muggin' face Nigga said put the weed out BBM, you buggin' face We walked in one some'n, bottles pop like we won some'n Raise a glass for erry'body that's done something from nothin' No grind, no shine, dress code, we pay no mind Cargo's and J's on, they let Sun in, no blinds All I drink is my shit Stop playin', YouTube But tonight we on that Red Berry and Cranberry, Soo Woo [Verse 5: Lil Wayne] And I'm smokin' on that purp Sippin' on that purp I came in this bitch with some niggas that will murk And we ain't 'bout all that talkin', you a dead man walking Stomp a nigga ass out, in these number 4 Jordans Got a scope on the barrel that's a hammer with a camera Hollow tips nigga, tip a nigga like a dancer I don't know nothing but bitches and gettin' money Blood gang, kill a nigga in public Young Tunechi Shoot a nigga ass up then it's Deuces Headshots that fucking vest is so useless Yeah, yo chuck, fuck these niggas You know who, P-I-RU, killer bees nigga WHOOO, Young Moula baby [Chorus: Teyana Taylor & Rick Ross] You can find me in the stores (Woo), spendin' money (Woo) Hall up in the club (Woo), throwin' money In my J's J's J's J's I'll be in my J's J's J's J's You can find me in the stores (Woo), spendin' money (Woo) Hall up in the club (Woo), throwin' money We don't play play play play play When it comes to the J's J's J's J's