Bottle Service lyrics
by Tyga
[Intro]
Mustard on the beat, ho
[Chorus]
I'm that n*gga, that motherf*cking n*gga, n*gga
I'm that n*gga, that motherf*cking n*gga
My b*tch that b*tch, she that motherf*cking b*tch
She got her own sh*t, natural, pretty, slim thick
I'm that n*gga, that motherf*cking n*gga, n*gga
I'm that n*gga, that motherf*cking n*gga
My b*tch that b*tch, she that motherf*cking b*tch
She got her own sh*t, natural, pretty, slim thick
[Verse 1]
You madder than a b*tch 'cause a n*gga glowed up
I'm in a 'Ventador, this is not a Lambo truck
I ain't the only one lit, my whole clique run it up
You want a G for free? For free? What the f*ck? (What the f*ck?)
[Interlude]
I'm tired of these broke ass n*ggas standin' at the table
They wanna pull up and f*ck with the b*tches, but they ain't buying no bottles
n*gga, buy some motherf*cking bottles, you broke-ass n*gga
[Verse 2]
I can't stand a broke n*gga, I can't stand a broke b*tch
Five bands, ain't all-ones, I just threw a whole fit
I'ma whole boss n*gga, I keep me a boss b*tch
I write it down on paper, then I check it off the list
All day, I'm running plays, running plays, I'm running plays
Ain't got time to clean the house, b*tch, I got a maid
I came to make a movie, lil' b*tch, I think I'm Blade
I'm a movie star, tell the promoter I need a raise
I don't talk in circles, no, this not a maze
I just f*cked a bad b*tch, ooh, I'm in a daze
No, I'm not a water boy, n*gga, I'm in the game
Put some money on your head, twenty piece, chump change
n*gga
[Interlude]
Hell nah, hell nah, n*gga, move the f*ck out the motherf*cking way
I'm tryna get to the n*ggas with the bag, I'm tryna get flewed out
And not like that, but you look like you ain't flyin' out sh*t, n*gga
[Verse 3]
Pull up in a drop top, Uber, they ain't even hot
She was a good girl, but I turned her to a thot
Right pocket is a knot, left pocket hold a Glock
You can be the next 50, n*gga, take these nine shots
You always got somethin' bad to say, you a hater
You n*ggas penny pinching, man, I'm itching for that paper
I want a big crib, glass floors, elevator
I like that in-house pus*y like Flava Flava
You in that baby mama Benz, that is not a stunt
You swear you doing somethin', man, your head is corrupt
Get you a n*gga like me, b*tch, I'm what's up
I just had to take her to brunch, she let me f*ck
[Interlude]
You talkin' like you got the motherf*cking check, but is you cuttin' it?
n*gga, that's your motherf*cking homeboy's section, n*gga
Talkin' all that sh*t with a G-Shock on
Got your phone out, recordin' like a b*tch, n*gga, put your phone down
[Verse 4]
Came through with a hunnid n*ggas with me, I'm a leader
If he say he about to shoot the sh*t up, you better believe him
I'm a dog, I'm a lion, I'm a f*cking hyena
Got it out the mud, you can't get dirty 'cause you a diva
Lil' Boosie in the speaker, so you know I don't give no f*cks
YG hit your b*tch, I really hit it, wasn't luck
The war cost money, n*gga, get your dollars up
I'm buyin' handguns, choppers and bulletproof trucks
Still standin' ten years plus, I really do this
Pull your hair, hit it from the back, I really do this
Diamonds dancing, got these b*tches jumpin' to conclusions
"YG ain't got a bag", b*tch, is you stupid?
[Interlude]
What kinda car you drivin', n*gga?
What kinda b*tches is you f*cking?
I'm a top notch b*tch and I like top notch sh*t
You better get your bag together, lil' n*gga