trina – i got a bottle lyrics
(feat. missy elliott)
southern smoke!
moe miney meenie inny [x3]
i got a bottle, i got a cup
i got ice, so what’s up
walk in the club when suicide close
feelin like money cause i collect dough
moe miney meenie inny
wheres that patrone and hinney
i been sippin on cabonney that sh-ts so strong
like paris hilton, gotta carry me home
so full, so far gone
forgot where i parked, n lost my iphone
still lookin good and pretty bad b-tch in every city
rocks, diamonds, i got plenty
ice for the cup, now pour the hinney
escorted in the club, i brought the whole team
ain’t no guest, buts it’s a rockstar theme
everybody lookin of course it’s the queen
they admirin the crown, and the 10 carat ring
i’m known for pimpin these rappers
exspecially to get a nice walk on my actin
when they actually think that i’m feelin em
that’s wen i take they money, then i’m killin em
i got a bottle, i got a cup
i got ice, so what’s up
walk in the club when suicide close
feelin like money cause i collect dough
moe miney meenie inny
wheres that patrone and hinney
watch me get ghost in the phantom
somethin like a pimp like david banner
pimp
i crooked letta crooked letta i crooked letta
crooked letta i humpback humpback
i, am so off the chain
spyin bottles ain a thing
plus i’m gonna make it rain
so much money think shes insane
you a 7 digit n-gg- if u holla at a brah
with a 7 digit figga u should come in by da bah
i’m talkin bout bottles, cabolley
i’m wet and hott like lava
i’m switchin 4 lanes in range
hangin at da coupe talkin money ain a thing
comin all out my shirt on champain
d-mn lil miss trina off da chain
i got a bottle, i got a cup
i got ice, so what’s up
walk in the club when suicide close
feelin like money cause i collect dough
moe miney meenie inny
wheres that patrone and hinney
i don’t swerve i spin
grab a pearl grand ten
i’m so stinky stinky rich,
my d-mn dogg drive a benz
tied up blue diamond shoes
shinin suits, liverachi boo
stuntin on you, like boo who you
i’m a icon ya b-tch i though u knew
i only drop bombs, hatas b like uh-uh
girl who she think she is
i’m is wut u want is
girl i don’t want yo man but i’ll yo man
yo man and his friend they both my fans
u don’t understand miss deameanor ain playin
wen we go out to eat i got yo man payin
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