Bottle Service - YG

I’m that nigga, that motherfuckin' nigga, nigga

I’m that nigga, that motherfuckin' nigga

My bitch that bitch, she that motherfuckin bitch

She got her own shit, natural pretty, slim thick

I’m that nigga, that motherfuckin' nigga, nigga

I’m that nigga, that motherfuckin' nigga

My bitch that bitch, she that motherfuckin bitch

She got her own shit, natural pretty, slim thick

You madder than a bitch 'cause a nigga blowed up

I’m in an Aventador, this is not the Lambo truck

I ain’t the only one lit, my whole clique run it up

You want YG for free?

For free?

What the fuck?

(What the fuck?)

I’m tired of these broke ass niggas standin' at the table

They wanna pull up and fuck with the bitches but they ain’t buying no bottles

nigga buy some motherfuckin' bottles you broke ass nigga

I can’t stand a broke nigga, I can’t stand a broke bitch

Five bands in all ones, I just threw a whole fit

I’m a whole boss nigga I keep me a boss bitch

I write it down on paper then I check it off the list

All day I’m runnin' plays, runnin' plays, I’m runnin' plays

Ain’t got time to clean a house, bitch I got a maid

I came to make a movie little bitch I think I’m Blade

I’m a movie star tell the promoter I need a raise

I don’t talk in circles, no this not a maze

I just fucked a bad bitch, oh I’m in a daze

No I’m not a water boy nigga I’m in the game

Put some money on your head, twenty piece, chump change, nigga

Hell na, hell na nigga move the fuck out the motherfuckin' way

I’m tryin' to get to the niggas with the bag, I’m tryin' to get flewed out

And not like that, but you look like you ain’t flying' out shit nigga

Pulled up in a drop top, ooh, but it ain’t even hot

She was a good girl but I turned her to a thot

Right pocket is a knot, left pocket hold the Glock

You can be the next 50 nigga, take these nine shots

You always got something bad to say, you a hater

You niggas penny pinchin' man I’m itchin' for that paper

I want the big crib, glass floors, elevator

I like that in house pussy like Flavor Flavor

You in that baby momma Benz, that is not a stunt

You swear you doin' somethin', man your head is corrupt

Get you a nigga like me, bitch I’m wassup

I just had to take her to brunch, she let me fuck

You talkin' like you got the motherfuckin' check but is you cutting' it?

nigga this your motherfuckin' home-boys section nigga

Talkin' all that shit with a G-Shock on

Got your phone out recordin' like a bitch, nigga put your phone down

Came through with a hundred niggas with me I’m a leader

If he say 'bout to shoot the shit up, you better believe 'em

I’m a dog, I’m a lion, I’m a fuckin' hyena

Got it out the mud, you can’t get dirty 'cause you a diva

Lil Boosie in the speaker so you know so you know I give no fucks

YG hit yo bitch, I really hit it, wasn’t luck

The world cost money nigga get your dollars up

I’m buying handguns, choppers, and bullet proof trucks

Still standin' ten years plus, I really do this

Pull your hair, hit it from the back I really do this

Diamonds dancin', got these bitches jumping' to conclusions

«YG ain’t got a bag?"Bitch is you stupid?

What kind of car you drivin' nigga?

What kind of bitches is you fuckin'?

I’m a top notch bitch and I like top notch shit

You better get your bag together lil' nigga