Jeezy - Gold Bottles lyrics

What? Uh, huh
Yeah, yeah uh, huh
You know what this is, nigga?
When this shit come on in the club
(We got London On Da Track) Awoooo!

ARs over here, they pop like gold bottles
47s over here, they pop like gold bottles
Ain't no bitches in the section
You got no bottles
Nigga we winnin' over here
We poppin' gold bottles
Tell me why my wrist look
Like them gold bottles
Shit around my neck look
Like some gold bottles
One thing about them ho
They love them gold bottles
Extendos for my foes they
Pop like gold bottles

Motherfuck all ya'll niggas, yeah
Ya'll thought I was over
Give a fuck about this rap shit
Really done it with soda
Got me booked in your city
Then that's one happy promoter
Give a fuck if it Dade County, B-more
Or Dakota my nigga told me to cook it
Yeah you know it was over
See I didn't wait no time
I went and whipped me a Rover
Heavy in that new pussy just
Like a new Maserati
Talkin' wax on wax off just
Like I'm Mr miyagi
Don't make us light up that Benz boy
Like that scene off of Belly
Run with them lunatics
Derrty Ent like they Nelly
I spent a mil on my hood
I'm like fuck a Bugatti
But when you get your first mil
They think that you Illuminati

ARs over here, they pop like gold bottles
47s over here, they pop like gold bottles
Ain't no bitches in the section
You got no bottles
Nigga we winnin' over here
We poppin' gold bottles
Tell me why my wrist look
Like them gold bottles
Shit around my neck look
Like some gold bottles
One thing about them ho
They love them gold bottles
Extendos for my foes they
Pop like gold bottles

Fuckin' em like a scene I got
My balls and my word
Only thing that we celebrate is
The first and the third
No jeans True Religion
Five piece new edition
I moved them shit's like magician
Then went and copped new edition
Them bucket full on my table
Pop them shit's like I’m J-Bo
My nigga move when I say so
Chi-chI don't forget the yayo
I'm in my spaceship on bankhead
Told that bitch I'm on Fabo
I want that heavenly head
I told her get me that halo
If it's ever an issue
That big gone blow like a whistle
If you come in my section tonight
Your nigga gone miss you
Aisle three off in Publix
That boy was holdin' the bread
Had to call that boy Flipper that
Left a hole in his head

ARs over here, they pop like gold bottles
47s over here, they pop like gold bottles
Ain't no bitches in the section
You got no bottles
Nigga we winnin' over here
We poppin' gold bottles
Tell me why my wrist look
Like them gold bottles
Shit around my neck look
Like some gold bottles
One thing about them ho
They love them gold bottles
Extendos for my foes they
Pop like gold bottles