Bottles And Rockin J's Lyrics - Game

[Intro - DJ Khaled] 

Ayo Game, what they do boy? 

It's DJ Khaled 

I got my black and red Jordan Retro 6's on 

I'm all about getting money 

I love glorifying my hard work 

Popping bottles 

Shit, them hoes love it too 

This DJ Khaled, We the Best 

Ayo Game 

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[Chorus - The Game] 

All I know is bottles and rocking J's 

Bottles and rocking J's 

Bottles and rocking J's 

Bottles and rocking J's 

Bitches and getting money 

Bitches and getting money 

Bitches and getting money 

Bitches and getting money 

Bottles and rocking J's 

Bottles and rocking J's 

Bottles and rocking J's 

Bottles and rocking J's 

Bitches and getting money 

Bitches and getting money 

Bitches and getting money 

Bitches and getting money 

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[Verse 1 - 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 don't really give a fuck if it's your record 

And you my brother my nigga look I got to rhyme fresh 

See the way I coming, how I do the game, church 

Ask somebody, you got to know you need to get a nurse 

Let me bang them with another killer, then we put a couple bottles on the chiller 

Kill them 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 packing 

And I show it off 

With all this money you know where I'm heading 

And I'm going to get the Jordans the patent 11 leathers 

They really banging all the way down to the feathers 

And I get a couple pair with all this money I be getting 

And I kill them with the bounce, you see the way a nigga stepping 

And we pop bottles and we rock J's, see me repping 

Let me show you way I do it before I hit you with the weapon 

Don't be spilling liquor all over my shit, give me a second 

Shit, anyway, see we got to get it up 

Probably feeling models up 

Let me wrap a bottle up 

Let me see everybody put your liquors bottle up 

[Verse 2 - Rick Ross] 

Bitches, I'm getting money, bottles and rocking chains 

Money like I'm LeBron, my whip collection insane 

Suicidal thoughts, highway to heaven riding like a boss 

Condominium in the clouds, sixty G's a month 

Fifty floors, marble walls, pictures of Boston Georgia 

Bitches snorting blow, fucking fast, and cooking dope 

Sanctify, Bally shoes, Audemars, Franck Muller, that Chopard 

My new bitches must menage, I'm a G 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3 - Game] 

Bottles and rocking J's 

Smoking and sipping Spades 

Pistol tucked in my Louis 

Heat it up like I'm Wade 

Nigga don't do LeBrons, Kobe up on the weekends 

Jordans Monday through Friday, especially when I'm freaking 

Them cool greys, that's Monday 

Them Space Jams, that's Tuesday 

Them Spike Lee's, on Wednesday 

23 in my Benz, aye 

You know I love them sixes, especially on my bitches 

13s and them spandex on Thursday, it's your birthday 

And Friday I ain't lying, King of Diamonds, I'm in heaven 

Red bone, pussy popping on my black and red 11's 

Patent leather when I step in 

You know what I'm repping 

It's S-double-O, W-Double-O 

Black number 4s I aint get it from the store, Bus know 

That all I know is 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 4 - Fabolous] 

I put footprints in them couches 

I put so much in my two step 

Put on for my city, I ain't 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 aye, aye 

Then its right back to my mugging face 

Niggas saying put the weed out 

BBM, you bugging face 

We walked in, want something, bottles pop like we won something 

Raise a glass for everybody that's done something from nothing 

No grind, no shine, dress code, we pay no mind 

Cargos and J's on, they let sun in, no blinds 

All I drink is my shit 

Stop playing, YouTube 

But tonight we on that red berry and cranberry, SooWoo 

[Verse 5 - Lil Wayne] 

And I'm smoking on that purp 

Sipping on that purp 

I came in this bitch with some niggas that will murk 

And we ain't about all that talking, you a dead man walking 

Stomp a nigga ass out, in these number 4 Jordans 

Got a scope on the barrel, that's a hammer with a camera 

Hollow tips nigga, tip a nigga like a dancer 

I don't know nothing but bitches and getting money 

Blood gang, kill a nigga in public 

Young Tunechi 

Shoot a nigga ass up then it's deuces 

Head shots, that fucking vest is so useless 

Yeah, yo Chuck, fuck these niggas 

You know who P-I-ru? 

Killer B's nigga 

[Chorus]