Gold Bottles - Young Jeezy

Yeah, yeah

You know what this is nigga?

When this shit come on in the club, awoooo

ARs over here, they pop like gold bottles

47s over here, they pop like gold bottles

Ain’t no bitches in the section, you got no bottles

Nigga we winnin' over here, we poppin' gold bottles

Tell me why my wrist look like them gold bottles

Shit around my neck look like some gold bottles

One thing about them ho, they love them gold bottles

Extendos for my foes they pop like gold bottles

Motherfuck all ya’ll niggas, yeah, ya’ll thought I was over

Give a fuck about this rap shit, really done it with soda

Got me booked in your city, then that’s one happy promoter

Give a fuck if it Dade County, B-more, or Dakota

My nigga told me to cook it, yeah you know it was over

See I didn’t wait no time, I went and whipped me a Rover

Heavy in that new pussy just like a new Maserati

Talkin' wax on wax off just like I’m Mr. Miyagi

Don’t make us light up that Benz boy like that scene off of Belly

Run with them lunatics, Derrty Ent.

like they Nelly

I spent a mil on my hood, I’m like fuck a Bugatti

But when you get your first mil they think that you Illuminati

ARs over here, they pop like gold bottles

47s over here, they pop like gold bottles

Ain’t no bitches in the section, you got no bottles

Nigga we winnin' over here, we poppin' gold bottles

Tell me why my wrist look like them gold bottles

Shit around my neck look like some gold bottles

One thing about them ho, they love them gold bottles

Extendos for my foes they pop like gold bottles

Fuckin' em like a scene I got my balls and my word

Only thing that we celebrate is the first and the third

No jeans True Religion

Five piece new edition

I moved them shits like magician

Then went and copped new edition

Them bucket full on my table

Park them shit like I’m Jabo

My nigga move when I say so

Chi-chi don’t forget the yayo

I’m in my spaceship on bankhead, told that bitch I’m on Fabo

I want that heavenly head, I told her get me that halo

If it’s ever an issue, that big gone blow like a whistle

If you come in my section tonight your nigga gone miss you

Aisle three off in Publix, that boy was holdin' the bread

Had to call that boy flipper that left a hole in his head

ARs over here, they pop like gold bottles

47s over here, they pop like gold bottles

Ain’t no bitches in the section, you got no bottles

Nigga we winnin' over here, we poppin' gold bottles

Tell me why my wrist look like them gold bottles

Shit around my neck look like some gold bottles

One thing about them ho, they love them gold bottles

Extendos for my foes they pop like gold bottles