Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Nicki Minaj
Canto
Trey Songz
Voz principal
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Edrick Miles
Autoría
Milton James
Autoría
Onika Maraj
Autoría
Tony Scales
Autoría
Tremaine Neverson
Autoría
Daniel Johnston
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Trey Songz
Producción ejecutiva
Tremaine Neverson
Ingeniería de grabación
Jesus Garnica
Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla
Johnta Austin
Producción ejecutiva
Troy Taylor
Producción ejecutiva
Mark Christensen
Masterización
Jaycen Joshua
Ingeniería de mezcla
Kane Beatz
Producción
The Track Dealer
Coproducción
Letra
[Intro]
(Oh, oh, oh, oh) It's mister steal your girl
(Oh, oh, oh) It's mister steal your girl
(Oh, oh, oh) Hey girl, hey girl, hey girl, hey girl, hey girl
(Oh, oh, oh) Let go
[Chorus]
Bottoms up, bottoms up (Up)
Hey, what's in your cup?
Got a couple bottles but a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up (Up)
Throw your hands up
Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up (Up)
Pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up (Up)
Throw your hands up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms uh, uh, uh
Bottoms up
[Verse 1]
You know what it is, girl, we back up in this thang (Thang)
Money stay in my pocket, girl, I'm like a walking bank (Bank)
Tell me what you drank (Drank)
Tell me what you think (Think)
If I go get these bottles we go alcohol insane
[PreChorus]
Calling all the girls (Girls)
Do you hear me?
All around the world (World)
City to city
Cheers to the girls, throw deuce to the guys
Now I got a chicken and the Goose in the ride
Getting loose in the ride
Hating ass ****
You can move to the, move to the, move to the side
[Chorus]
Bottoms up, bottoms up (Up)
Hey, what's in your cup?
Got a couple bottles but a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up (Up)
Throw your hands up
Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up (Up)
Pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up (Up)
Throw your hands up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms uh, uh, uh
Bottoms up
[Verse 2]
My vision's blurred (Come out)
My word's slurred (Come out)
It's jam packed (Yeah)
A million girls (Aye)
And I ain't tryna leave, though
We drunk, so let me be your alcohol hero
[PreChorus]
Calling all the girls (Girls)
Do you hear me? (Girls)
All around the world (World)
City to city (Yeah)
Cheers to the girls, throw deuce to the guys
Now I got a chicken and the Goose in the ride
Getting loose in the ride
Hating ass ****
You can move to the, move to the, move to the side
[Chorus]
Bottoms up, bottoms up (Up)
Hey, what's in your cup?
Got a couple bottles but a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up (Up)
Throw your hands up
Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up (Up)
Pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up (Up)
Throw your hands up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms uh, uh, uh
Bottoms up
[Verse 3]
Yo, can I get that 'Tron, can I get that Remy?
Can I get that Coke, can I get that Henny?
Can I get that margarita on the rock, rock, rocks?
Can I get salt all around that rim, rim, rim, rim?
Trey, I was like yo, Trey
Do you think you can buy me a bottle of Rosé?
Okay, let's get it now
I'm with a bad bitch, he's with his friends
I don't say hi, I say keys to the Benz
Keys to the Benz?
Keys to the Benz
My, my, my, yeah V to the ten
If a bitch try to get cute, I'ma stomp her
Throw a lot of money at her then yell, fuck her
Fuck her, fuck her, then yell, fuck her
Then I'ma go and get my Louisville Slugger
[Verse 4]
Excuse me, I'm sorry
I'm really such a lady
I rep Young Money
You know Slim, baby
And we be doing donuts while we wave in the three-eighty
We give a lotta money to the babies out in Haiti
[PreChorus]
Yelling, all around the world
Do you hear me?
Do you like my body, Anna Nikki? (Ow)
Rest in peace to Ana Nicole Smith
Yes, my dear, you're so explosive
Say hi to Mary, Mary and Joseph
Now bottoms up and double my dosage
[Chorus]
Bottoms up, bottoms up (Up)
Hey, what's in your cup?
Got a couple bottles but a couple ain't enough (Got a couple bottles)
(Turn your bottoms up) Bottoms up, bottoms up
(Up) Throw your hands up
Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up (Up)
Pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up (Up)
Throw your hands up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms uh, uh, uh
Bottoms up
[Outro]
Bottoms up
Bottoms up
I, I, I, I am Zolanski
Bottoms up
I'm Roman
Bottoms up
Written by: Daniel Johnson, Edrick Miles, Milton James, Onika Maraj, Tony Scales, Tremaine Neverson