Bottle Service

Bottle Service Lyrics

[Intro]
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus]
I’m that nigga, that motherf**king nigga, nigga
I’m that nigga, that motherf**king nigga
My b**ch that b**ch, she that motherf**king b**ch
She got her own sh*t, natural, pretty, slim thick
I’m that nigga, that motherf**king nigga, nigga
I’m that nigga, that motherf**king nigga
My b**ch that b**ch, she that motherf**king b**ch
She got her own sh*t, natural, pretty, slim thick

[Verse 1]
You madder than a b**ch ’cause a nigga glowed up
I’m in a Aventador, this is not a Lambo truck
I ain’t the only one lit, my whole clique run it up
You want a G for free? For free? What the f**k? (What the f**k?)

[Interlude]
I’m tired of these broke ass niggas standin’ at the table
They wanna pull up and f**k with the b**ches, but they ain’t buying no bottles
Nigga, buy some motherf**king bottles, you, broke ass nigga

[Verse 2]
I can’t stand a broke nigga, I can’t stand a broke b**ch
Five bands, ain’t all-ones, I just threw a whole fit
I’ma whole boss nigga, I keep me a boss b**ch
I write it down on paper, then I check it off the list
All day, I’m running plays, running plays, I’m running plays
Ain’t got time to clean the house, b**ch, I got a maid
I came to make a movie, lil’ b**ch, 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 f**ked a bad b**ch, ooh, 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

[Interlude]
Hell nah, hell nah, nigga, move the f**k out the motherf**king way
I’m tryna get to the niggas with the bag, I’m tryna get flewed out
And not like that, but you look like you ain’t flyin’ out sh*t, nigga

[Verse 3]
Pull up in a drop top, Uber, they ain’t even hot
She was a good girl, but I turned her to a thot
Right pocket is a knot, left pocket hold a Glock
You can the next 50, nigga, take these nine shots
You always got somethin’ bad to say, you a hater
You niggas penny pinching, man, I’m itching for that paper
I want a big crib, glass floors, elevator
I like that in-house pussy like Flava Flava
You in that baby mama Benz, that is not a stunt
You swear you doing somethin’, man, your head is corrupt
Get you a nigga like me, b**ch, I’m what’s up
I just had to take her to brunch she let me f**k

[Interlude]
You talkin’ like you got the motherf**king check, but is you cuttin’ it?
Nigga, that’s your motherf**king homeboy’s section, nigga
Talkin’ all that sh*t with a G-Shock on
Got your phone out, recordin’ like a b**ch, nigga, put your phone down

[Verse 4]
Came through with a hundred niggas with me, I’m a leader
If he say he about to shoot the sh*t up, you better believe him
I’m a dog, I’m a lion, I’m a f**king hyena
Got it out the mud, you can’t dirty ’cause you a diva
Lil’ Boosie in the speaker, so you know I don’t give no f**ks
YG hit your b**ch, I really hit it, wasn’t luck
The war cost money, nigga, get your dollars up
I’m buyin’ handguns, choppas and bulletproof trucks
Still standin’ ten years plus, I really do this
Pull your hair, hit it from the back, I really do this
Diamonds dancing, got these b**ches jumpin’ to conclusions
“YG ain’t got a bag”, b**ch, is you stupid?

[Interlude]
What kinda car you drivin’, nigga?
What type of b**ches is you f**king?
I’m a top notch b**ch and I like top notch sh*t
You better get your bag together, lil’ nigga