Bring My Bottles Lyrics - Young Buck

If 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 

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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 (Fuck with me) 

All these bitches say that I'm the truth (Fuck with me) 

I know just what to do to get 'em loose (Fuck with me) 

Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Fuck with me) 

Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Where my bottles?) 

Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Where my bottles?) 

I know just what to do to get 'em loose (Where my bottles?) 

Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Where my bottles?) 

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Hundred bottles with the sparklers, light it up 

Bottles in the air, fuck them niggas buyin' cups (Get some money ho) 

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 (Fuck with me) 

All these bitches say that I'm the truth (Fuck with me) 

I know just what to do to get 'em loose (Fuck with me) 

Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Fuck with me) 

Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Where my bottles?) 

Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Where my bottles?) 

I know just what to do to get 'em loose (Where my bottles?) 

Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Where my bottles?) 

It's the Unit, man. We back. Young Buck 

Cashville, Ten a key, nigga. Yeah