Karaoké Bottoms Up Trey Songz & Nicki Minaj

Yeah ah, ah, ah, ah

It's Mister steal your girl it's Mister steal your girl

Hey girl, hey girl, hey girl hey girl, hey girl, hey girl

Bottoms up, bottoms up ey, what's in ya cup

Got a couple o' 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

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 ey, what's in ya cup

Got a couple o' 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

My vision's blurred my words slurred

It's jam packed a million girls

And I ain't tryin' to lead 'em

We drunk so let me be your alcohol hero

Callin' all the girls do you hear me then

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 ey, what's in ya cup

Got a couple o' 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

Yo, could I get that 'Tron

Could I get that Remmy

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

Muhfuckin right yeah weed to the ten

If a bitch try to get cute

Imma sock her

Throw a lotta money at her then yell fucka, fucka, fucka

Then yell fucka

Then Imma 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 doin' donuts while we wavin' the three eighty

We give a lotta 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 ey, 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