Taj Munroe - Bottles Over Here lyrics

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Taj Munroe - Bottles Over Here lyrics

(Intro) It’s Taj Munny baby Ayo J, swag 808 Let’s pop these bottles (Verse) If you ever been in VIP With all the ladies standing on the couches Put your drinks up If you ever been to South Beach And live for the Sunday, buying the bar out Put your drinks up We spending money We money makers Every cutie in the club make your way over to a table After made us, they just know we made it sponsored links Attention please, look at me (Bridge) Yeah, we getting drunk You can look me at this party Throwing money in the air Party bout to get started If you feel me throw it up ‘Bout to turn it up If there’s too much in there over there Call her over here (Chorus x2) Bartender, bottles over here Me and my n******gs about to get it right Money in the air, models everywhere It’s the weekend, I don’t give a f** and I don’t care (Verse) I’m crowd surfing, waving She want me to take you home, maybe Wait, there’s another level that we gotta go Attention please, look at me (Bridge) Yeah, we getting drunk You can look me at this party Throwing money in the air Party bout to get started If you feel me throw it up ‘Bout to turn it up If there’s too much in there over there Call her over here (Chorus x2) Bartender, bottles over here Me and my n******gs about to get it right Money in the air, models everywhere It’s the weekend, I don’t give a f** and I don’t care (Verse) Tell the bartender that I said Patrone Bought the second bottle with a s**y trone Big chicks with big tits with a sick wrist So they trip till they hit, keep going Keep going, get a quick fix from a big b**h Till the big tits get licked on And the big six where I get chicks that’ll lick chicks In the S thick get tricks to go Just a party you’re the hit get blow No shirts, no get get cold Get O’s, get hoes, get stones Get dome in the front grit rove Don’t you get cozy with me, baby Better get, get home Even those slow better sh** home Here’s your chance, don’t let it get blown (Chorus x4) Bartender, bottles over here Me and my n******gs about to get it right Money in the air, models everywhere It’s the weekend, I don’t give a f** and I don’t care