Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nicki Minaj
Vocals
Trey Songz
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edrick Miles
Songwriter
Milton James
Songwriter
Onika Maraj
Songwriter
Tony Scales
Songwriter
Tremaine Neverson
Songwriter
Daniel Johnston
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trey Songz
Executive Producer
Tremaine Neverson
Recording Engineer
Jesus Garnica
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Johnta Austin
Executive Producer
Troy Taylor
Executive Producer
Mark Christensen
Mastering Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Kane Beatz
Producer
The Track Dealer
Co-Producer
Lyrics
(Yeah) Kane is in the building, nigga
(Oh-oh-oh-ohh, ay) it's Mr. Steal Yo Girl
(Oh-oh-oh-ohh, ay) it's Mr. Steal Yo Girl
(Oh-oh-oh-ohh) hey girl, hey girl
(Oh-oh-ohh) hey girl, hey girl
(Hey girl) leggo
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), ayy, what's in ya 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 yo' hands up
Bottoms up (up), bottoms up (up), bottoms up, up, up
You know what it is, girl, we back up in this thang (thang)
Money stay in my pocket, girl, I'm like a walkin' bank (bank)
Tell me whatcha drank, tell me whatcha think
If I go get these bottles, we go alcohol insane ('sane)
Callin' all the girls (girls), do you hear me?
All around the world (world), city to city (city)
Cheers to the girls, throw a deuce to the guys
Now I got a chicken and a goose in the ride, gettin' loose in the ride
Hatin' ass nigga you can move to the, move to the, move to the side
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), ay, what's in yo' 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 yo' hands up
Bottoms up (up), bottoms up (up), bottoms up, up, up
My vision's blurred (c'mere), my words slurred (c'mere)
It's jam-packed (yeah), a million girls (ay)
And I ain't tryna leave, though (hey)
We drunk so let me be your alcohol hero
Callin' all the girls (girls, girls), do you hear me? (Girls)
All around the world (world), city to city (yeah)
Cheers to the girls, throw a deuce to the guys
Now I got a chicken and a goose in the ride, gettin' loose in the ride
Hatin' ass nigga you can move to the, move to the, move to the side
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), ay, what's in yo' 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 (uh-huh), throw ya hands up (uh)
Bottoms up (uh), bottoms up, bottoms up (uh), up, up (yo)
Could I get that 'trón? Could I get that Remy?
Could I get that coke? Could I get that Henny?
Could I get that margarita on the ro-ro-rocks?
Could I get that salt all around that rim, rim, rim, rim?
Trey, I was like, "Yo, Trey
Do you think you could 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
Mu-mu' right, yeah, V to the 10
If a bitch tryna 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 get my Louisville Slugger
Excuse me? I'm sorry, I'm really such a lady
I rep Young Money, you know, Slim, Baby?
And we be doin' donuts while we wavin' the .380
We give a lot of money to the babies out in Haiti
Yellin' all around the world, "Do you hear me?"
Do you like my body? Anna Nicki (ow)
Rest in peace to Anna Nicole Smith
Yes, my dear, you're so explosive
Say hi to Mary, Mary and Joseph
Now, bottoms up and double my dosage
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), ay, what's in yo' cup?
Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough
(Turn your) 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
(It's not that I'm drunk) ooh, shake it
Bottoms up (I'm, I'm), bottoms up (I'm, I'm on that), throw yo' hands up
(I'ma be, I'm, I'm, I'm good) bottoms up, bottoms up (I'm good)
Trigga Trey, Nicki M (bottoms up), let's get it (c'mere)
Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up
I, I, I, I am Zolanski (bottoms up)
I'm Roman (bottoms up)
Yeah
Writer(s): Edrick Miles, Tony E. Scales, Onika Tanya Maraj, Tremaine Aldon Neverson, Daniel A. Johnson, Milton Lamont James
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