Lyrics:

[Dj Khaled] Ay yo Game, what they do boy Its DJ Khaled, I got my black and red Jordan Retro 62s on Im all about gettin' money I love glorifyin' my hard work, poppin bottles Shit, them hoes love it too, this DJ Khaled, We The Best Ayo Game, Red Nation [Hook x2] All I know is bottles and rockin Js Bottles and rockin Js Bottles and rockin Js Bottles and rockin Js Bitches and getting money Bitches and getting money Bitches and getting money Bitches 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 dont really give a fuck if its your record And you my brother, my nigga, look I gotta rhyme first See the way I coming, how I do the game, church Ask somebody, you gotta know you gotta need 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 don't even be knowing, but then again Yes they do be knowing how I be banging In every shit that I give you All the heat I be packin; And I show it off With all this money you know where Im heading And Im gonna get the Jordans the patent leather 11's They really banging all the way down to the bed And I get a couple pair with all this money I be getting And I kill 'em with the bop, you see the way a nigga steppin' And we pop bottles and we rock Js, see me reppin' Let me show you way I do it before I hit you with the weapon Dont be spillin liquor all over my shit, give me a second Anyway, see we gotta get it up, prolly fill a model up Let me rev a bottle up Let me see everybody put your liquor bottles up [Rick Ross] Bitches, Im gettin' money, bottles and rockin' chains Money like Im LeBron my whip collection insane Suicidal thoughts, highway to heaven riding like a boss Condominium in the clouds, sixty Gs a month Fifty floors, marble walls, pictures of Boston George Bitches snortin' blow, fuckin' fast and cookin' dope Sanctify, Bally shoes, Audemars, Franck Muller that Chopard My new bitches must menage, Im a G [Hook] [Game] Bottles and rockin Js Smokin' and sippin' Spades Pistol tucked in my Louie Heated up like Im Wade Nigga dont do LeBrons, Kobe up on the weekend Jordans Monday through Friday especially when Im freakin' Them cool greys, thats Monday Them Space Jams that's Tuesday Them Spike Lee's on Wednesday Twenty-three in my Benz eh You know I love them sixes especially on my bitches Thirteens and them spandex on Thursday, its your birthday And Friday I ain't lying, King Of Diamonds Im in heaven Redbone pussy poppin' on my black and red elevens Patent leather when I step in You know what Im reppin Its S double -O, W- Double O Black number fours I ain't get it from the store, Bus' know All I know is [Hook] [Fabolous] I put footprints in them couches I put so much in my two step Put on fo' my city, I ain't got no choice but to rep I put straight shots in they hand Make pretty girls, do the ugly face And they just put my song on Move back I need dougie space like, ay, ay Then its right back to my muggin face Nigga said put the weed out BBM, you buggin face We walked in one some'n, bottles pop like we won some'n Raise a glass for errybody thats done something from nothin No grind, no shine, dress code, we pay no mind Cargos and Js 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 Im 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 talkn, you a dead man walking Stomp a nigga ass out, in these number 4 Jordans Got a scope on the barrel thats a hammer with a camera Hollow tips nigga, tip a nigga like a dancer I dont know nothing but bitches and gettin money Blood gang, kill a nigga in public Young Tunechi Shoot a nigga ass up then its Deuces Head shots that fucking vest is so useless Yeah, yo chuck, fuck these niggas You know who, P-I-RU, killer bees nigga WHOOO, Young Moula baby [Hook]