[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 gettin´ money

I love glorifying my hard work
Poppin´ bottles
Shit them hoes love it too
This DJ Khaled, We The Best
Ayo Game. Red Nation

All I know is bottles and rockin´ J´s
Bottles and rockin´ J´s
Bottles and rockin´ J´s
Bottles and rockin´ J´s

Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money

Bottles and rockin´ J´s
Bottles and rockin´ J´s

Bottles and rockin´ J´s
Bottles and rockin´ J´s

Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money

[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 gotta rhyme fresh
See the way I coming, how I do the game, church
Ask somebody, you gotta know you need to get a nurse

Let me bang em with another killa, then we put a couple bottles on the chiller
Kill em 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 packin;
And I show it off
With all this money you know where I´m heading
And I´m gonna get the Jordan´s the patent 11 leathers
They really banging all the way down to the [?]
And I get a couple pair with all this money I be getting
And I kill em with the bounce, you see the way a nigga steppin

And we pop bottles and we rock J´s, see me reppin
Let me show you way I do it before I hit you with the weapon
Don´t be spillin´ liquor all over my shit, give me a second
Shiiiit, anyway, see we gotta get it up, fillin bottles up
Let me [?]

[Rick Ross]
Bitches, I´m gettin 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, 60g´s a month
50 floors, marble walls, pictures of Boston Georgia

Bitches snortin´ blow, f-ckin fast and cookin´ dope
Sanctify, Bally shoes, Audemars, Franck Muller [?]
My new bitches must menage I´m a G

All I know is bottles and rockin´ J´s
Bottles and rockin´ J´s
Bottles and rockin´ J´s
Bottles and rockin´ J´s

Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money

Bottles and rockin´ J´s
Bottles and rockin´ J´s

Bottles and rockin´ J´s
Bottles and rockin´ J´s

Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money

[Game]
Bottles and rockin´ J´s
Smokin´ and sippin´ Spades
Pistol tucked in my Louie
Heated up like I´m Wade
Nigga don´t do LeBron´s, Kobe up on the weekends
Jordan´s Monday through Friday especially when I´m freakin
Them cool grey´s, thats Monday
Them Space jams thats Tuesday

That Spike Lee´s on Wednesday
23 in my Benz eh
You know I love them 6′s especially on my bitches
13′s 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 poppin´ on my black and red 11′s
Patent leather when I step in
You know what I´m reppin´
It´s S double-O, W Double-O
Black number 4′s I ain´t get it from the store, Buss know
That all I know is

All I know is bottles and rockin´ J´s
Bottles and rockin´ J´s

Bottles and rockin´ J´s
Bottles and rockin´ J´s

Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money

Bottles and rockin´ J´s
Bottles and rockin´ J´s
Bottles and rockin´ J´s
Bottles and rockin´ J´s

Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money

[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 ay, ay
Then its right back to my muggin´ face
Niggas said put the weed out
BBM, you buggin face
We walked in, want somethin´, bottles pop like we won some´n
Raise a glass for err´ybody that´s done something from nothin´
No grind, no shine, dress code, we pay no mind
Cargo´s and J´s on, they let sun in, no blinds
All I drink is my shit
Stop playin, Youtube
But tonight we on that Red Berry and Cranberry, Soo Woo

[Lil Wayne]
And I´m smokin´ on that purp
Sippin´ on that purp
I came in this bitch with some niggas that will murk
And we ain´t bout all that talkin´, you a dead man walking
Stomp a nigga ass out, in these number 4 Jordans
Got a scope on the barrell that´s a hammer with a camera
Hollow tips nigga, tip a nigga like a dancer
I don´t know nothing but bitches and gettin 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 Piru?
Killer bees nigga

All I know is bottles and rockin´ J´s
Bottles and rockin´ J´s
Bottles and rockin´ J´s
Bottles and rockin´ J´s

Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money

Bottles and rockin´ J´s
Bottles and rockin´ J´s
Bottles and rockin´ J´s
Bottles and rockin´ J´s

Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money