Bitches & Bottles (Let's Get It Started) lyrics


Featuring Lil Wayne, T.I. & Future

[Hook: Future]
Let's get it started, let's go dumb and retarded
Let's get high as we wanna, let's go and burn up a forest
Girl there's other precautions, get the car it's inside it
Let's put some ice on your watch and designer on your body
Let's order b*tches and bottles, b*tches and bottles
B*tches and bottles, let's order b*tches and bottles
B*tches and bottles, b*tches and bottles
B*tches and bottles, let's get it started

[Verse 1: T.I.]
I'm turned up till my knob broke say turn down I say nah ho
My neck Rocky like Balboa, my watch official, it's uncalled for
In the same regions on all floors, I got six sluts on all fours
They french kiss and say bonjour, I got my own shine but I won't show
I'm stupid rich got stupid b*tch, got stupid rich and loot it
Don't like me, f*ck you again, wanna fight me well come do it then
Right hand to God on everything I see the hearts of men and they bear lame
I won't entertain no punk sh*t, they talk sh*t and I run sh*t
Boy you tryin' to get what I been here, headed down for like 10 years
I'm gettin' (?) that's unreal, let's say one album and like ten mill
Plus my swag is stupid low IQ gone, heard n*gga bailin' all try to gone
But when you ballin' like I do, you know something n*gga, they don't like you

[Hook: Future]
Let's get it started, let's go dumb and retarded
Let's get high as we wanna, let's go and burn up a forest
Girl there's other precautions, get the car it's inside it
Let's put some ice on your watch and designer on your body
Let's order b*tches and bottles, b*tches and bottles
B*tches and bottles, let's order b*tches and bottles
B*tches and bottles, b*tches and bottles
B*tches and bottles, let's get it started

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
It's Tunechi you b*tch you, I like sticky weed and sticky pussy
Sittin' on like a hundred mil, I treat that sh*t like whoopie cushion
Ballin' on them f*ck n*ggas, they on the bench I bench press em
They hating, from the sidelines, they pissed off... piss test em
Man I'm on that lean, liquor for the b*tches
Who f*ckin' wit' me? All I hear is crickets
I got stank up in my swisher, my b*tch pussy smell like roses
She on that Molly, I'm on that Mary, I'm on that Mary like Joseph
Man I'm married to this sh*t, you can call it Sh*t Carter
Dick stay up like it got insomnia
All them n*ggas hatin'... f*ck ya in ya pussy
The best things in life are free, free my n*gga Boosie, gone

[Hook: Future (x2)]

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