เนื้อเพลง Bottle Service - YG

Mustard on the beat ho!

I'm that n*gga, that motherf*ckin' n*gga, n*gga
I'm that n*gga, that motherf*ckin' n*gga
My b*tch that b*tch, she that motherf*ckin b*tch
She got her own sh*t, natural pretty, slim thick

I'm that n*gga, that motherf*ckin' n*gga, n*gga
I'm that n*gga, that motherf*ckin' n*gga
My b*tch that b*tch, she that motherf*ckin b*tch
She got her own sh*t, natural pretty, slim thick

You madder than a b*tch 'cause a n*gga 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 f*ck? (What the f*ck?)

I'm tired of these broke ass n*ggas standin' at the table
They wanna pull up and f*ck with the b*tches but they ain't buying no bottles
n*gga buy some motherf*ckin' bottles you broke ass n*gga

I can't stand a broke n*gga, I can't stand a broke b*tch
Five bands in all ones, I just threw a whole fit
I'm a whole boss n*gga I keep me a boss b*tch
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, b*tch I got a maid
I came to make a movie little b*tch 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*cked a bad b*tch, oh I'm in a daze
No I'm not a water boy n*gga I'm in the game
Put some money on your head, twenty piece, chump change, n*gga

Hell na, hell na n*gga move the f*ck out the motherf*ckin' way
I'm tryin' to get to the n*ggas with the bag, I'm tryin' to get flewed out
And not like that, but you look like you ain't flying' out sh*t n*gga

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 n*gga, take these nine shots
You always got something bad to say, you a hater
You n*ggas penny pinchin' man I'm itchin' for that paper
I want the big crib, glass floors, elevator
I like that in house p*ssy 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 n*gga like me, b*tch I'm wassup
I just had to take her to brunch, she let me f*ck

You talkin' like you got the motherf*ckin' check but is you cutting' it?
n*gga this your motherf*ckin' home-boys section n*gga
Talkin' all that sh*t with a G-Shock on
Got your phone out recordin' like a b*tch, n*gga put your phone down

Came through with a hundred n*ggas with me I'm a leader
If he say 'bout to shoot the sh*t up, you better believe 'em
I'm a dog, I'm a lion, I'm a f*ckin' 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 f*cks
YG hit yo b*tch, I really hit it, wasn't luck
The world cost money n*gga 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 b*tches jumping' to conclusions
"YG ain't got a bag?" B*tch is you stupid?

What kind of car you drivin' n*gga?
What kind of b*tches is you f*ckin'?
I'm a top notch b*tch and I like top notch sh*t
You better get your bag together lil' n*gga