Trey Songz, Nicki Minaj - Bottoms Up lyrics

Yeah (Kane is in the building, nigga)
It's Mr steal Yo Girl it's Mr steal Yo Girl
Leggo

Bottoms up, bottoms up, ayy
What's in ya cup? Got a couple bottles
But a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw your hands up
Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way
You shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw ya hands up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up, up, up

You know what it is, girl
We back up in this thang
Money stay in my pocket, girl
I'm like a walkin' bank
Tell me whatcha drank, tell me whatcha thank
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
Throw a deuce 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, ayy
What's in ya cup? Got a couple bottles
But a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw your hands up
Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way
You shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw ya hands up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up, up, up

My vision's blurred, my words slurred
It's jam packed, a million girls
And I ain't tryna leave, though
We drunk so let me be your alcohol hero

Callin' all the girls, do you hear me?
All around the world, city to city
Cheers to the girls
Throw a deuce 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, ayy
What's in ya cup? Got a couple bottles
But a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw your hands up
Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way
You shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up
(Uh, huh) , throw ya hands up (Uh)
Bottoms up, bottoms up
(Uh) , bottoms up, up, up (Yo)

Could I get that 'trón? Could
I get that Remy?
Could I get that Coke? Could
I get that Henny? Could I get that margarita
On the rock-rock-rocks?
Could I get that 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, V to the 10
If a bitch tryna get cute I'ma stomp her
Throw a lot of money at her then yell
"Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!"
Then yell, "Fuck her!"
Then I'mma go 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 doing donuts while
We wavin' 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 dosage

Bottoms up, bottoms up, ayy
What's in ya cup? Got a couple bottles
But a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw your hands up
Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way
You shake it in them jeans
It's not that I'm drunk, I'm, I'm, I'm
I'm on that
Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw ya hands up
(I'm beat)
Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up, up, up
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm good, I'm good

Trigga Trey, Nicki M, let's get it
Bottoms up (C'mere) , bottoms up, bottoms up
IIII I am Zolanski (Bottoms up)
I'm Roman (Bottoms up) yeah