G-Unit

Bring My Bottles
You in this VIP and you ain't spending no money get the fuck out. We need them bottles. Sparkle something Say you ballin', boy, we gon' need the proof We be two steppin', mix the Effen with the juice Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose Shorty think I'm trickin' cause she got a pair of shoes I was just stuntin', man, this bitch here confused Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose Fuck you know 'bout bustin' down a brick? Your main ho always think that you around a bitch Picked up a pack and I ain't look back since '96 Since then I've been addicted to designer shit Chopper in the parkin' lot, I'm tryna find a lick Come up on a thousand pounds, that's my kind of rich Independent, I don't need no nigga with me I do everything quickly, don't believe me? Ask 50 I got game for these hoes, can't no broke bitch trick me And can fit a hundred bands in these navy blue Dickies I pull up and my car ain't got no roof All these bitches say that I'm the truth I know just what to do to get 'em loose Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? SongtexteCan you please bring my bottles to my booth? Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? I know just what to do to get 'em loose Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? Hundred bottles with the sparklers, light it up Bottles in the air, fuck them niggas buyin' cups Louis the 13th, I drink rich nigga shit Turn one into two quick, I do tricks with the bricks Extra clip on my hip, all my niggas with the shits It's the Unit in this bitch, I'm 50 rich, now who you with? G-Unit, lazy niggas don't want to pop no bottles Yayo keep sayin', "Nigga, what's a thousand dollars" She must don't plan on stayin' if she don't swallow DM'd her friend on Instagram and told that bitch to holler Dopeboy, bitch, I ain't playin', I fuck with guala And I don't fuck with rappers, bein' honest I fuck with them strippers, be at Onyx Them starlets and them les hoes, your bitch is garbage Them King of Diamond bitches, ain't they gorgeous? Drop head Phantom and I'm sittin' on Forgi's I pull up and my car ain't got no roof All these bitches say that I'm the truth I know just what to do to get 'em loose Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? I know just what to do to get 'em loose Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? It's the Unit, man. We back. Young Buck. Cashville, Ten-a-key, nigga. Yea Aus Songtexte Mania