Trey Songz Bottoms Up - feat. Nicki Minaj
Yeah, come here, ooh
This mister steal your girl
This mister steal your girl
Aye girl aye girl aye girl, let go
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Aye whats in ya cup
Got a couple bottles
But a couple aint enough
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Throw ya hands up
Tell security we bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Pocket full of green
Girl you know I love the way you
shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Throw yo hands up
Bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up)
Bottoms up (up) up (up) up bottoms
You know what it is
Girl we back up in this thang (thang)
Money stay in my pocket
Girl I'm like a walkin' bank (bank)
Tell me what you drank (drank)
Tell me what you thank (thank)
If I go get these bottles we go alcohol insane (insane)
Callin' all the girls (girls)
Do you hear me?
All around the world (world)
City to city (city)
Cheers to the girls
Throw deuce to the guys
Now I got a chicken and a goose in the ride
Gettin' loose in the ride
Hatin' ass nigga you can move to the move to the move to the side
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Aye whats in ya cup
Got a couple bottles
But a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Throw ya hands up
Tell security we bouta tear this club up
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Pocket full of green
Girl you know I
love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Throw yo hands up
Bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up)
Bottoms up (up) up (up) up bottoms
My visions blurd (com'ere)
My words slur (com'ere)
Its jam packed (yea)
A million girls (aye)
And I ain't trynna leave though
We drunk so let me be yo alcohol hero
Callin' all the girls (girls)
Do you hear me? (girl)
All around the world (world)
City to city (yeah)
Cheers to the
girls
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Throw deuce to the guys
Now I got a chicken and a goose in the ride
Gettin' loose in the ride
Hatin' ass nigga you can move to the move to the move to the side
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Aye whats in ya cup
Got a couple bottles
But a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Throw ya hands up
Tell security we bouta tear this club up
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Pocket full of green
Girl you know I love
the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up bottoms up (up) (uh huh)
Throw yo hands up (uh)
Bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up)
Bottoms up (up) up (up) up bottoms (uh yo)
Can I get that Tron
Can I get that Remmy
Can I get that Coke
Can I get that Henny
Can I get that margarita on the rock rock rock
Can I get salt all around that rim rim rim rim
Trey, I was like yo trey
Do you think you can buy me a bottle of Rosay?
Okay lets get it now
I'm wit' a bad
bitch he's wit' his friends
I don't say I hi I say keys to the Benz
Keys to the Benz keys to the Benz
Mu'fuckin' rite yea V to the 10
If a bitch try to get cute I'm a stomp her
Throw alotta money at her then yell fuck her
Fuck her fuck her then yell fuck her
Then I'm go and get my Louisville slugger
Excuse me I'm sorry, I'm really such a lady
I rep Young Money
You know Slim, Baby
And we be doin' donuts while we wave in the 3-80
We give a lot of money to the
babies out in Haiti
Yellin' all around the world
Do you hear me? Do you like my body Anna Nicki?
Rest in peace to Ana Nicole Smith
Yes my dear your so explosive
Say hi to Mary Mary and Joseph
Now bottoms up and double my dosage
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Aye whats in ya cup?
Got a couple bottles
But a couple ain't enough
(Turn your) bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Throw ya hands up
Tell security we bouta tear this club up
Bottoms up bottoms up
(up)
Pocket full of green
Girl you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up bottoms up (up)
Throw yo hands up
Bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up)
Bottoms up (up) up (up) up bottoms
Bottoms up (Com 'ere)
Bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up)
Bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up)
You’re only getting the Nicki verse’s lyrics because it’s the thing I wanted to transcribe. It also makes you forget Trey—who starts it off with “It’s Mr. Steal Your Girl”—was even on the song, which would have been pretty good even if Nicki didn’t skitter all over Kane Beatz’ synths and thin, air-leaking-out-of-a-basketball drums and deliver a verse that might just convince the last few holdouts that she’s one of the best rappers working.
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Lyrics:
Could I get that ‘Tron? Could I get that Remy?
Could I get that coke? Could I get that Henny?
Could I get that margarita on the rock-rock-rocks?
Could I get salt all around that rim-rim-rim-rim?
Trey? I was like, “Yo, Trey?
Do you think you could buy me a bottle of rose?”
Okay,
let’s get it now
I’m wit’ a bad bitch, he’s with his friends
I don’t say hi, I say “Keys to the Benz”
“Keys to the Benz?” “Keys to the Benz!”
Ma’fuckin’ right, yeah, V to the 10
If a bitch try to get cute, I’ma snuff her
Throw a lot of money at her, then yell “Fuck her!”
Fuck her, fuck her, then yell “Fuck her!”
Then I’ma go and get my Louisville Slugger
‘Scuse me, I’m sorry, I’m really such a lady
I rep Young Money, you know, Slim, Baby?
And we be
doin’ donuts while we wavin’ the .380
We give a lot of money to the babies out in Haiti
Yellin’ all around the world, do you hear me?
Do you like my body? Anna Nicki
Rest in peace to Anna Nicole Smith
Yes, my dear, you’re so explosive
Say hi to Mary, Mary and Joseph
Now bottoms up, and double my dosage
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