Bottles Up

All my real party people Stand on them couches right now Put your bottles up Busta Rhymes, Big Ali New York City, R-Wan Sparklers in the air Brra, brra, brra, brra! Watch out, ma, you're in the danger zone Just gimme the ass or leave me alone Just do what I ask or you could go home Shorty gettin' fast with me, I get nasty and groan She with everything she love now I keep it good I lickin' her mac lip gloss smellin' like cocoa butter We in the corner where it's dark like close the shutter Mami thirsty and she want me to put it on her And shorty started to moan She acting like I'm moving like she's takin' me home Baby get horny on me once she smell my cologne Now she wilin' and she tryna sip a up on Patron You sip on my Cîroc while I'm all in the zone Shorty bangin' lookin' like a young Nina Simone I check it She might already know how to act, go ahead Open it up for me, let me blow out your back I make her tipsy Put them bottles up, up, up Put them bottles up, up, up Put them bottles up, up, up What's up girl, let's get throwed After the club, I take you home But for now, here's some Patron Avion, do say, "It's on" Shots, shots, shots Take it, damn it's hot Let's get naked, let's get wasted No ice, that's for watches, chains, braces Bottles to Ace, so many Spades in the place They callin' me Pokerface Light up the place just like the sun in your face You gon' need a pair of shades To block all the glare Sparklers high in the air, just to be perfectly clear We raise the bar, then we buy it, buy it Bottles up, let's start a riot, tipsy Put them bottles up, up, up Put them bottles up, up, up Put them bottles up, up, up Put them bottles up, up, up