Bottles Up

All my real party people

Stand on them couches right now

Put your bottles up

Busta Rhymes, Big Ali New York City, R-Wan

Sparklers in the air

Watch out, ma, you're in the danger zone

Just gimme the ass or leave me alone

Just do what I ask or you could go home

Shorty gettin' fast with me, I get nasty and groan

She with everything she love now I keep it good

Lickin' her mac lip gloss smellin' like cocoa butter

We in the corner where we start like we call the cheddar

Mamma thirsty and she wants me to put it on her

It surely started on my own

She acting like I'm moving like she's takin' me home

Baby got horny on me once she saw my cologne

Now she wild up on me and she tryna sip a form of Patrón

You sip on my Ciroc while I'm all in my zone

Shorty bangin' lookin' like a young Nina Simone

I check it, see ma know how to act for me

Let me open it up and blow out your back

Testing

Testing

Testing

Testing

Testing

Testing

Testing

Testing

Put them bottles up

Put them bottles up, up, up

What's up girl, let's get blown

After the club, I take you home

But for now, here's some Patrón, Avión, Duce it's on

Shots, shots, shots, straight too damn it's on

Let's get naked, let's get wasted

No ice, that's for watches, chains, bracelets

Bottles 'o Ace, so many spades in the place

They callin' me Pokerface

Light up the place just like the sun in your face

You gon' need a pair of shades

Block all the glare, fuclk man is high off the air

Just to be perfectly clear, we raise the bottle, we buy it, buy it

Bottles up, let's start a riot, dig deep

Put them bottles up