Gold Bottles

(You know what this is, ****?)

(When this shit come on in the club)

We got London on the track

AR's over here, they pop like gold bottles

47's over here, they pop like gold bottles

Ain't no bitches in your section, you got no bottles

****, we winnin' over here, we poppin' gold bottles

Tell me why my wrist look like them gold bottles

Shit around my neck look like some gold bottles

One thing about them, ho, they love them gold bottles

Extendos for my foes, they pop like gold bottles

Motherfuck y'all ****, yeah, y'all thought I was sober

Give a fuck 'bout this rap shit, really done it with soda

Got me booked in your city, then that's one happy promoter

Give a fuck if it Dade County, be Moore, or Dakota

My **** told me to cook it, yeah, you know it was over

See, I didn't wait no time, I went and whipped me a Rover

Heavy in that new pussy, just like a new Maserati

Talkin' wax on,  wax off just like I'm Mr. Miyagi

Don't make us light up that Benz, boy, like that scene off of Belly

Run with them lunatics, Derrty E-N-T like they Nelly

I spent a mil on my hood, I'm like, fuck a Bugatti

But when you get your first mil, they think that you 'Lluminati

AR's over here, they pop like gold bottles

47's over here, they pop like gold bottles

Ain't no bitches in your section, you got no bottles

****, we winnin' over here, we poppin' gold bottles

Tell me why my wrist look like them gold bottles

Shit around my neck look like some gold bottles

One thing about them, ho, they love them gold bottles

Extendos for my foes, they pop like gold bottles

Fuckin' 'em like the scene I got my balls and my word

Only thing that we celebrate is the first and the third

No jeans, True Religion, five piece, New Edition

I moved them shits like magician

Then went and copped new addition

Them bucket full on my table, pop them shit like I'm J-Bo

My **** move when I say so, Cheech, oh don't forget the yayo

I'm in my spaceship on bank head, told that bitch I'm on Fabo

I want that heavenly head, I told her, gimme the halo

If it's ever a issue, that big gon' blow like a whistle

If you come in my section tonight, your **** gon' miss you

Aisle three off in Publix, that boy was holdin' the bread

Had to call that boy Flipper, they left a hole in his head

AR's over here, they pop like gold bottles

47's over here, they pop like gold bottles

Ain't no bitches in your section, you got no bottles

**** we winnin' over here, we poppin' gold bottles

Tell me why my wrist look like them gold bottles

Shit around my neck look like some gold bottles

One thing about them, ho, they love them gold bottles

Extendos for my foes, they pop like gold bottles