Yeah Ohhhh, it's Mr. Steal Yo Girl Ohhhh, it's Mr. Steal Yo Girl Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (Aye girl, aye girl, aye girl, aye girl...) Leggo
Bottoms up, bottoms up Hey, what's in your cup? Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough Bottoms up, bottoms up Throw your hands up Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up Bottoms up, bottoms up Pocket full of green Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans Bottoms up, bottoms up Throw your hands up Bottoms up, bottoms up Bottoms up, bottoms up
Two Ferraris parked outside I call them Solange and Beyonce Yellow *****es, Kelly Rowlands Stole that line from Kanye Stupid icy, stupid icy Sharper than a pocket knife All my *****es love me Like Pac, I live a thug life [?] with the champions I hold it like a trophy I'm trippin', lookin' at my ring I start thinkin' of Kobe I'm lookin' for a small-waist Long hair star I stole that line from Soulja Boy I'm standin' on the bar
Bottoms up, bottoms up Hey, what's in your cup? Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough Bottoms up, bottoms up Throw your hands up Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up Bottoms up, bottoms up Pocket full of green Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans Bottoms up, bottoms up Throw your hands up Bottoms up, bottoms up Bottoms up, bottoms up
Uh, hundred thousand dollars worth of champagne Now you and your girl screamin' "Taylor Gang" Diamonds in the man swingin' from my chain Leave straight from the club, put you on a plane Fly you different places, faces in my bankroll Giant paper, so we drinkin' by the caseload I think I'm Mr. T, rockin' all this gold Or Eazy E, ****in' all these hoes And my outfit is Louis-that, Louis-this Stay losin' bottle, count these lames out here losin' chicks My **** disturb the peace, that's word to Ludacris Get in Hollywood, now I need a clueless ***** One who got a couple dollars, rock the newest **** A fly *****, ride with me, you'll be a stewardess There'll be one in your hand if you ain't got a cup Get you back to my crib, lil mama, then it's
Bottoms up, bottoms up Hey, what's in your cup? Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough Bottoms up, bottoms up Throw your hands up Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up Bottoms up, bottoms up Pocket full of green Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans Bottoms up, bottoms up Throw your hands up Bottoms up, bottoms up Bottoms up, bottoms up
Yeah Ohhhh, it's Mr. Steal Yo Girl Ohhhh, it's Mr. Steal Yo Girl Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (Aye girl, aye girl, aye girl, aye girl...) Leggo
Bottoms up, bottoms up Hey, what's in your cup? Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough Bottoms up, bottoms up Throw your hands up Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up Bottoms up, bottoms up Pocket full of green Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans Bottoms up, bottoms up Throw your hands up Bottoms up, bottoms up Bottoms up, bottoms up
Two Ferraris parked outside I call them Solange and Beyonce Yellow *****es, Kelly Rowlands Stole that line from Kanye Stupid icy, stupid icy Sharper than a pocket knife All my *****es love me Like Pac, I live a thug life [?] with the champions I hold it like a trophy I'm trippin', lookin' at my ring I start thinkin' of Kobe I'm lookin' for a small-waist Long hair star I stole that line from Soulja Boy I'm standin' on the bar
Bottoms up, bottoms up Hey, what's in your cup? Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough Bottoms up, bottoms up Throw your hands up Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up Bottoms up, bottoms up Pocket full of green Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans Bottoms up, bottoms up Throw your hands up Bottoms up, bottoms up Bottoms up, bottoms up
Uh, hundred thousand dollars worth of champagne Now you and your girl screamin' "Taylor Gang" Diamonds in the man swingin' from my chain Leave straight from the club, put you on a plane Fly you different places, faces in my bankroll Giant paper, so we drinkin' by the caseload I think I'm Mr. T, rockin' all this gold Or Eazy E, ****in' all these hoes And my outfit is Louis-that, Louis-this Stay losin' bottle, count these lames out here losin' chicks My **** disturb the peace, that's word to Ludacris Get in Hollywood, now I need a clueless ***** One who got a couple dollars, rock the newest **** A fly *****, ride with me, you'll be a stewardess There'll be one in your hand if you ain't got a cup Get you back to my crib, lil mama, then it's
Bottoms up, bottoms up Hey, what's in your cup? Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough Bottoms up, bottoms up Throw your hands up Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up Bottoms up, bottoms up Pocket full of green Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans Bottoms up, bottoms up Throw your hands up Bottoms up, bottoms up Bottoms up, bottoms up
