[Intro: Future]
Turn up!
Ya not in
I said "Turn up!"
Wooooo
b**hes and bottles
You know what is it
Ay, (Dj Khaled)
[Hook: Future]
Let's get it started, let's go dumb and retarded
Let's get high as we wanna, let's go and burn up a forest
Better load up your cartridge, get the car it's inside it
Let's put in ice in your watches and designer on your body
Let's order b**hes and bottles, b**hes and bottles
b**hes and bottles, let's order b**hes and bottles
b**hes and bottles, b**hes and bottles
b**hes and bottles, let's get it started
[Verse 1: T.I.]
I'm turned up 'till my knob broke
You say turn it down I say nah ho
My neck rocky like Balboa
My watch official, it's uncalled for
In the St. regis on all floors
I got six s*uts on all fours
They french kissin' say bonjour
I got my own shine but I want yours
I'm stupid rich got stupid b**h
Who stupid thick in Louboutin
Don't like me, f** you again
Wanna fight me well come do it then
Right hand to God on everything
I see the hearts of men and they very lame
I won't entertain no punk sh**
They talk sh** and I run sh**
Boy you tryin' to get what I been here
Hold it down for like 10 years
I'm gettin' it in til it's unreal
Let's say one album and like ten mill
Plus my swag is stupid low IQ (dumd)
Hurt n***a feelin', I don't try to
But when you ballin' like I do
You know s**er n***as don't like you, so
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
It's Tunechi you b**h you
I like sticky weed and sticky p**y
Sittin' on like a hundred mil
I treat that sh** like whoopie cushion
Ballin' on them f** n***as
They on the bench I bench press em'
They hating from the sidelines
They pissed off, piss test em'
Man I'm on that lean
Liquor for the b**hes
Who f**in' wit' me?
All I hear is crickets
I got stank up in my swisher
My b**h p**y smell like roses
She on that Molly, I'm on that Mary
I'm on that Mary like Joseph
Man I'm married to this sh**
You can call it sh** Carter
Dick stay up like it got insomnia
All them n***as hatin', f** ya in ya p**y
The best things in life are free
Free my n***a Boosie, gone
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Ok, now lil' n***a
My clique realer
Thick as f**. I'm a big tipper
In the club 'bout 20 bottles
I make a movie like Ben Stiller
Chase money, don't chase hoes
That peach Ciroc, I'm on straight liquor
Neck froze like cold winter
Stand by me in need a chinchilla
Presidential got plenty rocks
Roc boy like I know Jigga
Riding off in that new sh**
I told the dealer you can keep the ceiling
Plenty b**hes wanna get the business
I told them it's my dick decision
Goons with me, need supervision
Murk ya dog if it's slight tension
I hit once and my mind gone
Tipper's short but my dreads long
See a star come make a wish
Come take a flick with ya camera phone
I'm in the club and I'm turnt to the max
Better be pretty, I'm turning 'em back
Clique full of riders you know where they at
R.I.P. Chris, I'ma end it with that
[Hook]
[Bridge: Future]
Ay, Let's order b**hes and bottles (Dj Khaled)
Let's order b**hes and bottles
They're out of era, our models
They're out of era, our models (let's go)
[Hook]
[Outro: Dj Khaled]
I make hits, I find hits
And I put hits out