Bottoms Up Remix

If you Mr Steal your girl, you know Bussa Buss is Mr Smash Anybody's record

remix

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Ay yo Trey, let me get 'em,

Now look



Everybody know that when I step up in the building

and I'm doin' what I'm doin' I be crowdin' up the block,

cuttin' up and killin' 'em, f-ckin up the buildin'

gettin' to the bar and buy a couple bottles of ciroc

bottles of 'Tron, bottles of the Grand Ma yeah

couple bottles of the Yac,

bottles of the Rose

throw another couple shots back

throw another back, bring another couple of them models, okay K!



get another drink, let the waiter know

tell every single bottle, finna spend a lotta dough

I don't even know what I'm bout to drink next,

gotta make a choice eenie, meenie, miney, mo! (OHHH)

now we sippin' little Don Julio

shawty (?) big, hot up in the booty-oh!

pop pop get it get it money when you feelin' (?

) probably give it to you in the studio

now we in the cut, better put ya bottle up

mami got a little strut, baby, baby

pour a little in the cup

get ya little bottom up

you can get up in the trunk, maybe, maybe

then I come in and I give it to you raw

baby girl go ahead, wriggle to the floor

beat bang til you can't take it anymore

while I make you drunk, everybody fall on the floor

King Kong, what ya dun know when I come through

I'mma give it to ya, n-ggas gon hate it

How it, evaporate everything around

see the way I do, everything disintegrated

what I do, I'mma never never do it wrong

then i hit you with the bang and I hit you with the bong

back murderin' another track

every n-gga better black when I hit ya, Trey Songz

Trey Songz.



[Chorus: Trey Songz]

Bottoms up, bottoms up, ey, what's in ya cup

Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough

Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw your hands up

Tell security we bout to tear this club up

Bottoms up, bottoms up, pocket full of green

Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans

Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw ya hands up

Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up (up, up)



[Verse 1: Trey Songz]

You know what it is girl, we back up in this thang

Money stay in my pocket, girl, I'm like a walkin' bank

Tell me whatcha drank, tell me whatcha thank

If I go get these bottles, we go alcohol insane

Callin' all the girls, do you hear me?

All around the world, city to city

Cheers to the girls, throw a 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



[Chorus: Trey Songz]

Bottoms up, bottoms up, ey, what's in ya cup

Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough

Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw your hands up

Tell security we bout to tear this club up

Bottoms up, bottoms up, pocket full of green

Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans

Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw ya hands up

Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up (up, up)



[Verse 2: Trey Songz]

My vision's blurred, my words slurred

Its jam packed, a million girls

And I ain't tryin to lead em

We drunk so let me be your alcohol hero

Callin' all the girls, do you hear me?

All around the world, city to city

Cheers to the girls, throw a 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



[Chorus: Trey Songz]

Bottoms up, bottoms up, ey, what's in ya cup

Trey Songz Bottoms Up

Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough

Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw your hands up

Tell security we bout to tear this club up



Bottoms up, bottoms up, pocket full of green

Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans

Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw ya hands up

Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up (up, up)



[Nicki Minaj]

Yo, could I get that 'Tron?

Could I get that Remmy?

Could I get that Coke?

Could I get that Henny?

Could I get that margarita on the rock rock rocks?

Could I get that 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, lets get it now

I'm with 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!

Muhfuckin right yeah, weed to the 10

If a bitch try to get cute Imma sock her

Throw a lotta money at her then yell fucka, fucka, fucka,

Then yell fucka.

Then Imma go 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 wavin' the .380

We give a lotta 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



[Chorus: Trey Songz]

Bottoms up, bottoms up, ey, what's in ya cup

Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough

Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw your hands up

Tell security we bout to tear this club up

Bottoms up, bottoms up, pocket full of green

Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans

Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw ya hands up

Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up (up, up)



Bottoms up, Bottoms up, Bottoms up, Bottoms up, Bottoms up