Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go boaw! When you're all ready say go, okay You see him standing on the furniture doing his thing Tell the club owner, fuck yo' couch, Rick James nigga Let her drink it till she drown Atta girl gon' wild, pop a

Baby I'm a troublemaker, I heard that you're a heartbreaker Posted up in the club, just swagging doing my thang Popping bottles with models and just watching them drank Partying so hard, the ladies don't want it to end Baby I'm a troublemaker They looked

Shawty wanna' thug, bottles in the club Shawty wanna' hump, you know I'd like to touch ya lovely lady lumps C-Call me, s-so I can get it juicy for ya Call me, so I can make it juicy for ya C-Call me, s-so I can make it juicy for ya Ow, uh huh no homo

But y'all already said that Diamonds on my neck Diamonds on my wrist Bitches on my dick Choppers in the trunk Models in the front Bottles in the club But I don't give a fuck Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard

Ordered up a hundred Rosés, need a Benz like blasé, blasé I'm just, whipping Maserati (Skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr) Blasé, blasé Blasé, blasé, blasé, blasé Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club like blasé, blasé Whipping Maserati (Skurr, skurr, skurr,

Up in the club, don't give a fuck Two bottles, shawty, two bitches waitin' Two tens, that's a win-win situation Happy birthday, I'm feelin' brand new Up in the club, still don't give a fuck It's the boy Lil' Jon (Yeah!) Got my partner Yelawolf with' me

Bottoms up, bottoms up (up) Aye, what's in ya cup Got a couple bottles but a couple ain't enough Throw ya hands up Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up Pocket full of green Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans Throw yo hands up

I got all these J’s rolled up And got all these drinks poured up I bought all these bottles up in this club Came here with all of my dawgs But I’m tryna leave with you and your friends Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends You and your friends You

You're the birthday girl, you're the birthday girl Word on the road you're the birthday girl Don't be sad on your birthday, girl Sittin' in the club like you didn't wanna come So I send a couple bottles to the birthday girl Ay, you're the birthday girl

I brought my niggas, it was only right Bought a new whip, it was only right Bad bitch, but it's only right Twenty bottles in the club and it's only right Same friends, but it's only right All my niggas rich, man, it's only right Get it how you live, man,