Bottoms Up - Trey Songz, Nicki Minaj

Bottoms up, bottoms up, up, every single cup

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

Bottoms up, bottoms up, up, throw your hands up

Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up

Bottoms up, bottoms up, up, pocket full of green

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

Bottoms up, bottoms up, up, throw your hands up

Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up

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

Money stay in my pocket, girl, I’m like a walking bank

Tell me what you drink, tell me what you think

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, more juice 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

Bottoms up, bottoms up, up, every single cup

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

Bottoms up, bottoms up, up, throw your hands up

Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up

Bottoms up, bottoms up, up, pocket full of green

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

Bottoms up, bottoms up, up, throw your hands up

Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up

My vision’s blurred, my word’s slurred

It’s jammed packed, a million girls

And I ain’t tryin' to leave though

We drunk so let’s get B-yo, alcohol hero

Callin' all the girls, do you hear me?

All around the world, city to city

Cheers to the girls, more juice 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

Bottoms up, bottoms up, up, every single cup

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

Bottoms up, bottoms up, up, throw your hands up

Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up

Bottoms up, bottoms up, up, pocket full of green

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

Bottoms up, bottoms up, up, throw your hands up

Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up

Can I get that 'Tron, can I get that Remy?

Can I get that coke, can I get that Henny?

Can I get that margarita on the rock, rock, rocks?

Can I get salt all around that rim, rim, rim, rim?

Trey, I was like yo', Trey

Do you think you could buy me

A bottle of Rosé?

Okay, let’s 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

Motherfuckin' right, yeah, B to the ten

If a bitch try to get cute, I’ma stuff her

Throw a lot of money at her, then you’ll fuck her

Fuck her, fuck her, then you’ll fuck her

Then I’ma go and 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 wave in the 380

We give a lot of 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 doses

Bottoms up, bottoms up, up, every single cup

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

Bottoms up, bottoms up, up, throw your hands up

Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up

Bottoms up, bottoms up, up, pocket full of green

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

Bottoms up, bottoms up, up, throw your hands up

(It's not that I’m drunk, I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m on that, I’m good, I’m good)

Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up

(Trick or treat)

Bottoms up

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