Bottles And Rockin J’s Lyrics – Game
[Dj Khaled]
Ayo Game, what they do boy
Its DJ Khaled
I got my Black and Red Jordan Retro 62;s on
Im all about gettin money
I love glorifying my hard work
Poppin bottles
Shit them hoes love it too
This DJ Khaled, We The Best
Ayo Game. Red Nation
[Chorus]
All I know is bottles and rockin Js
Bottles and rockin Js
Bottles and rockin Js
Bottles and rockin Js
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Bottles and rockin Js
Bottles and rockin Js
Bottles and rockin Js
Bottles and rockin Js
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
[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 dont really give a f-ck if its your record
And you my brother my nigga look I gotta rhyme fresh
See the way I coming, how I do the game, church
Ask somebody, you gotta know you need to get 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 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 packin;
And I show it off
With all this money you know where Im heading
And Im gonna get the Jordans the patent 11 leathers
They really banging all the way down to the [?]
And I get a couple pair with all this money I be getting
And I kill em with the bounce, you see the way a nigga steppin
And we pop bottles and we rock Js, see me reppin
Let me show you way I do it before I hit you with the weapon
Dont be spillin liquor all over my shit, give me a second
Shiiiit, anyway, see we gotta get it up, fillin bottles up
Let me [?]
[Rick Ross]
Bitches, Im gettin money, bottles and rocking chains
Money like Im LeBron, my whip collection insane
Suicidal thoughts, highway to heaven riding like a boss
Condominium in the clouds, 60gs a month
50 floors, marble walls, pictures of Boston Georgia
Bitches snortin blow, f-ckin fast and cookin dope
Sanctify, Bally shoes, Audemars, Franck Muller [?]
My new bitches must menage Im a G
[Chorus]
All I know is bottles and rockin Js
Bottles and rockin Js
Bottles and rockin Js
Bottles and rockin Js
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Bottles and rockin Js
Bottles and rockin Js
Bottles and rockin Js
Bottles and rockin Js
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
[Game]
Bottles and rockin Js
Smokin and sippin Spades
Pistol tucked in my Louie
Heated up like Im Wade
Nigga dont do LeBrons, Kobe up on the weekends
Jordans Monday through Friday especially when Im freakin
Them cool greys, thats Monday
Them Space jams thats Tuesday
That Spike Lees on Wednesday
23 in my Benz eh
You know I love them 62;s especially on my bitches
132;s and them spandex on Thursday, its your birthday
And Friday I aint lying, King Of Diamonds Im in heaven
Red Bone pussy poppin on my black and red 112;s
Patent leather when I step in
You know what Im reppin
Its S double-O, W Double-O
Black number 42;s I aint get it from the store, Buss know
That all I know is
[Chorus]
All I know is bottles and rockin Js
Bottles and rockin Js
Bottles and rockin Js
Bottles and rockin Js
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Bottles and rockin Js
Bottles and rockin Js
Bottles and rockin Js
Bottles and rockin Js
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
[Fabolous]
I put footprints in them couches
I put so much in my two step
Put on for my city, I aint 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 ay, ay
Then its right back to my muggin face
Niggas said put the weed out
BBM, you buggin face
We walked in, want somethin, bottles pop like we won somen
Raise a glass for errybody thats done something from nothin
No grind, no shine, dress code, we pay no mind
Cargos and Js 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
[Lil Wayne]
And Im smokin on that purp
Sippin on that purp
I came in this bitch with some niggas that will murk
And we aint bout all that talkin, you a dead man walking
Stomp a nigga ass out, in these number 4 Jordans
Got a scope on the barrell thats a hammer with a camera
Hollow tips nigga, tip a nigga like a dancer
I dont know nothing but bitches and gettin money
Blood gang kill a nigga in public
Young Tunechi
Shoot a nigga ass up then its Deuces
Head shots that f-cking vest is so useless
Yeah, yo chuck, f-ck these niggas
You know who Piru?
Killer bees nigga
[Chorus]
All I know is bottles and rockin Js
Bottles and rockin Js
Bottles and rockin Js
Bottles and rockin Js
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Bottles and rockin Js
Bottles and rockin Js
Bottles and rockin Js
Bottles and rockin Js
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
