Artist: The Game f/ Busta Rhymes, DJ Khaled, Fabolous, Lil Wayne, Rick Ross, Teyana Taylor Album: California Republic Mixtape Song: Bottles and Rockin' J's (Remix) Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: DJ Khaled] Aiyyo Game, what they do bwoy? It's DJ Khaled~! I got my black and red Jordan Retro 6's on I'm all about gettin money I love glorifyin my hard work Poppin bottles, shit them hoes love it too This DJ Khaled, We the Best Aiyyo Game, Red Nation {RED NATION} {"This-this-this is a DJ Skee-Skee-Skee-Skee, remix!"} [Game] All I know is bottles and rockin J's (WOO!) bottles and rockin J's (WOO!) Bottles and rockin J's (WOO!) bottles and rockin J's Bitches and gettin money, bitches and gettin money Bitches and gettin money, bitches and gettin money Bottles and rockin J's (WOO!) bottles and rockin J's (WOO!) Bottles and rockin J's (WOO!) bottles and rockin J's Bitches and gettin money, bitches and gettin money Bitches and gettin money, bitches and gettin money [Busta Rhymes] Aiyyo Game I wanna talk right now I-I wanna let niggaz know what I know 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 first See the way I come and 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 goin and goin, how I do it? Niggaz don't even be knowin, but then again yes they do be knowin how I be bangin in every shit I be givin you All the heat I be packin and I be showin off With all this money you know where I'm headin and I'm gonna get the Jordan's, the patent leather 11's They really bangin all the way down to the beddin and I get a couple pair with all this money I be gettin And I kill 'em with the bop, see the way a nigga steppin and we pop bottles and we rock J's - see me reppin? And respect the way I do it 'fore I hit you with the weapon Don't be spillin liquor all over my shit, give me a second Damn~! (SHIIIIIT!!) Anyway, see we gotta get it up Probably fill a model up, let me rev a bottle up Let me see everybody put your liquor bottles up {"Maybach Music"} LET'S GO! [Rick Ross] Bitches I'm gettin money (woo!) bottles and rockin chains (uh) Money like I'm LeBron (woo!) my whip collection insane Suicidal thoughts (uh) highway to Heaven ridin like a boss Condominium in the clouds, 60 G's a month (ha ha ha) Fifty floors, marble walls, pictures of Boston George Bitches snortin blow, fuckin fast and cookin dope (woo!) Sanctify, Bally shoes, Audemars, Francky Muller That Chopard, my new bitches must ménage, I'm a G [Chorus: Teyana Taylor] You can find me in the stoooooo' (woo!) spendin money (woo!) All up in the cluuuuuuub (woo!) throwin hundreds In my J's, J's, J's, J's I be in my J's, J's, J's, J's You can find me in the stoooooo' (woo!) spendin money (woo!) All up in the cluuuuuuub (woo!) throwin hundreds We don't play, play, play, play When it comes to the J's, J's, J's, J's [Game] Bottles and rockin J's, smokin and sippin Spades Pistol tucked in my Louie, +Heat+'d up like I'm Wade Nigga don't do LeBron's, Kobe up on the weekend Jordan's Monday through Friday especially when I'm freakin Them cool grays that's Monday, them Space Jams that's Tuesday Them Spike Lee's on Wednesday, 23's on my Benz - AY! 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 lyin, King Of Diamonds I'm in heaven Redbone pussy poppin on my black and red 11's Patent leather when I step in, you know what I'm reppin S-double O, W-double O Black number fo's, I ain't get it from the sto' Bust' know... [Chorus] [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 it's right back to my muggin face Niggaz 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 e'rybody that's done +Somethin, From Nothin+ No grind, no shine, dress code, we pay no mind Cargos and J's on, they let son/sun in, no blinds All I drink is my shit, stop playin, YouTube (Loso so wasted!) 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 niggaz that will murk And we ain't 'bout all that talkin, you a dead man walkin Stomp a nigga ass out, in these number 4 Jordan's Got a scope, on the barrel, that's a hammer with a camera Hollow-tips nigga, tip a nigga like a dancer I don't know nuttin 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 fuckin vest is so useless! Yeahhhh! Yo Chuck, FUCK these niggaz! You know who, P-I-RU, killer bees nigga! WOW~! YOUNG MULA BAY-BAAAAAY!! [Chorus]