Bring My Bottles - G-Unit

Say you ballin', boy, we gon' need the proof

We be two steppin', mix the Effen with the juice

Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose

Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose

Shorty think I’m trickin' cause she got a pair of shoes

I was just stuntin', man, this bitch here confused

Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose

Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose

Fuck you know 'bout bustin' down a brick?

Your main ho always think that you around a bitch

Picked up a pack and I ain’t look back since '96

Since then I’ve been addicted to designer shit

Chopper in the parkin' lot, I’m tryna find a lick

Come up on a thousand pounds, that’s my kind of rich

Independent, I don’t need no nigga with me

I do everything quickly, don’t believe me?

Ask 50

I got game for these hoes, can’t no broke bitch trick me

And can fit a hundred bands in these navy blue Dickies

I pull up and my car ain’t got no roof

All these bitches say that I’m the truth

I know just what to do to get 'em loose

Can you please bring my bottles to my booth?

Can you please bring my bottles to my booth?

Can you please bring my bottles to my booth?

I know just what to do to get 'em loose

Can you please bring my bottles to my booth?

Hundred bottles with the sparklers, light it up

Bottles in the air, fuck them niggas buyin' cups

Louis the 13th, I drink rich nigga shit

Turn one into two quick, I do tricks with the bricks

Extra clip on my hip, all my niggas with the shits

It’s the Unit in this bitch, I’m filthy rich, now who you with?

G-Unit, lazy niggas don’t want to pop no bottles

Yayo keep sayin', «Nigga, what’s a thousand dollars»

She must don’t plan on stayin' if she don’t swallow

DM’d her friend on Instagram and told that bitch to holla

Dopeboy, bitch, I ain’t playin', I fuck with guala

And I don’t fuck with rappers, bein' honest

I fuck with them strippers, be at Onyx

Them starlets and them les hoes, your bitch is garbage

Them King of Diamond bitches, ain’t they gorgeous?

Drop head Phantom and I’m sittin' on Forgi’s

I pull up and my car ain’t got no roof

All these bitches say that I’m the truth

I know just what to do to get 'em loose

Can you please bring my bottles to my booth?

Can you please bring my bottles to my booth?

Can you please bring my bottles to my booth?

I know just what to do to get 'em loose

Can you please bring my bottles to my booth?

It’s the Unit, man

We back, Young Buck

Cashville, Ten-a-key, nigga, yeah