Ayo Game, what they do boy? It's DJ Khaled I got my black and red Jordan Retro 6's on I'm all about getting money I love glorifying my hard work Popping bottles *******t, them hoes love it too This DJ Khaled, We the Best Ayo Game Red Nation
All I know is bottles and rocking J's Bottles and rocking J's Bottles and rocking J's Bottles and rocking J's
******* and getting money ******* and getting money ******* and getting money ******* and getting money
Bottles and rocking J's Bottles and rocking J's Bottles and rocking J's Bottles and rocking J's
******* and getting money ******* and getting money ******* and getting money ******* and getting money
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 ******* if it's your record And you my brother my ******* look I got to rhyme fresh See the way I coming, how I do the game, church Ask somebody, you got to know you need to get a nurse Let me bang them with another killer, then we put a couple bottles on the chiller Kill them with another verse Everybody see the way I be going and going How I do it *******s the only way we know it, but then again, yes we do We knowing how I be banging And every sheet that I get All the heat I be packing And I show it off With all this money you know where I'm heading And I'm going to get the Jordans the patent 11 leathers They really banging all the way down to the feathers And I get a couple pair with all this money I be getting And I kill them with the bounce, you see the way a ******* stepping And we pop bottles and we rock J's, see me repping Let me show you way I do it before I hit you with the weapon Don't be spilling liquor all over my *******t, give me a second *******t, anyway, see we got to get it up Probably feeling models up Let me wrap a bottle up Let me see everybody put your liquors bottle up
*******, I'm getting money, bottles and rocking chains Money like I'm LeBron, my whip collection insane Suicidal thoughts, highway to heaven riding like a boss Condominium in the clouds, sixty G's a month Fifty floors, marble walls, pictures of Boston Georgia ******* snorting blow, ******g fast, and cooking **** Sanctify, Bally shoes, Audemars, Franck Muller, that Chopard My new ******* must menage, I'm a G
Bottles and rocking J's Smoking and sipping Spades Pistol tucked in my Louis Heat it up like I'm Wade ******* don't do LeBrons, Kobe up on the weekends Jordans Monday through Friday, especially when I'm freaking Them cool greys, that's Monday Them Space Jams, that's Tuesday Them Spike Lee's, on Wednesday 23 in my Benz, aye You know I love them sixes, especially on my ******* 13s and them spandex on Thursday, it's your birthday And Friday I ain't lying, King of Diamonds, I'm in heaven Red bone, ******* popping on my black and red 11's Patent leather when I step in You know what I'm repping It's S-double-O, W-Double-O Black number 4s I aint get it from the store, Bus know That all I know is
I put footprints in them couches I put so much in my two step Put on for my city, I ain't got no choice but to rep I put straight shots in they hair Make pretty girls, do the ugly face And they just my song on Move back I need dougie space like aye, aye Then its right back to my mugging face *******s saying put the ****** out BBM, you bugging face We walked in, want something, bottles pop like we won something Raise a glass for everybody that's done something from nothing No grind, no *******ne, dress code, we pay no mind Cargos and J's on, they let sun in, no blinds All I drink is my *******t Stop playing, YouTube But tonight we on that red berry and cranberry, SooWoo
And I'm smoking on that purp Sipping on that purp I came in this ******* with some *******s that will murk And we ain't about all that talking, you a dead man walking Stomp a ******* ass out, in these number 4 Jordans Got a scope on the barrel, that's a hammer with a camera Hollow tips *******, tip a ******* like a dancer I don't know nothing but ******* and getting money Blood gang, kill a ******* in public Young Tunechi Shoot a ******* ass up then it's deuces Head shots, that ******g vest is so useless Yeah, yo Chuck, ******* these *******s You know who P-I-ru? Killer B's *******
Ayo Game, what they do boy? It's DJ Khaled I got my black and red Jordan Retro 6's on I'm all about getting money I love glorifying my hard work Popping bottles *******t, them hoes love it too This DJ Khaled, We the Best Ayo Game Red Nation
All I know is bottles and rocking J's Bottles and rocking J's Bottles and rocking J's Bottles and rocking J's
******* and getting money ******* and getting money ******* and getting money ******* and getting money
Bottles and rocking J's Bottles and rocking J's Bottles and rocking J's Bottles and rocking J's
******* and getting money ******* and getting money ******* and getting money ******* and getting money
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 ******* if it's your record And you my brother my ******* look I got to rhyme fresh See the way I coming, how I do the game, church Ask somebody, you got to know you need to get a nurse Let me bang them with another killer, then we put a couple bottles on the chiller Kill them with another verse Everybody see the way I be going and going How I do it *******s the only way we know it, but then again, yes we do We knowing how I be banging And every sheet that I get All the heat I be packing And I show it off With all this money you know where I'm heading And I'm going to get the Jordans the patent 11 leathers They really banging all the way down to the feathers And I get a couple pair with all this money I be getting And I kill them with the bounce, you see the way a ******* stepping And we pop bottles and we rock J's, see me repping Let me show you way I do it before I hit you with the weapon Don't be spilling liquor all over my *******t, give me a second *******t, anyway, see we got to get it up Probably feeling models up Let me wrap a bottle up Let me see everybody put your liquors bottle up
*******, I'm getting money, bottles and rocking chains Money like I'm LeBron, my whip collection insane Suicidal thoughts, highway to heaven riding like a boss Condominium in the clouds, sixty G's a month Fifty floors, marble walls, pictures of Boston Georgia ******* snorting blow, ******g fast, and cooking **** Sanctify, Bally shoes, Audemars, Franck Muller, that Chopard My new ******* must menage, I'm a G
Bottles and rocking J's Smoking and sipping Spades Pistol tucked in my Louis Heat it up like I'm Wade ******* don't do LeBrons, Kobe up on the weekends Jordans Monday through Friday, especially when I'm freaking Them cool greys, that's Monday Them Space Jams, that's Tuesday Them Spike Lee's, on Wednesday 23 in my Benz, aye You know I love them sixes, especially on my ******* 13s and them spandex on Thursday, it's your birthday And Friday I ain't lying, King of Diamonds, I'm in heaven Red bone, ******* popping on my black and red 11's Patent leather when I step in You know what I'm repping It's S-double-O, W-Double-O Black number 4s I aint get it from the store, Bus know That all I know is
I put footprints in them couches I put so much in my two step Put on for my city, I ain't got no choice but to rep I put straight shots in they hair Make pretty girls, do the ugly face And they just my song on Move back I need dougie space like aye, aye Then its right back to my mugging face *******s saying put the ****** out BBM, you bugging face We walked in, want something, bottles pop like we won something Raise a glass for everybody that's done something from nothing No grind, no *******ne, dress code, we pay no mind Cargos and J's on, they let sun in, no blinds All I drink is my *******t Stop playing, YouTube But tonight we on that red berry and cranberry, SooWoo
And I'm smoking on that purp Sipping on that purp I came in this ******* with some *******s that will murk And we ain't about all that talking, you a dead man walking Stomp a ******* ass out, in these number 4 Jordans Got a scope on the barrel, that's a hammer with a camera Hollow tips *******, tip a ******* like a dancer I don't know nothing but ******* and getting money Blood gang, kill a ******* in public Young Tunechi Shoot a ******* ass up then it's deuces Head shots, that ******g vest is so useless Yeah, yo Chuck, ******* these *******s You know who P-I-ru? Killer B's *******
