^{Intro: DJ Khaled} Aiyyo Game, what they do, boi? It's DJ Khaled I got my black and red Jordan Retro 6's on I'm all about gettin money I love glorifyin my hard work Poppin bottles, shit them hoes love it too This DJ Khaled, We the Best Aiyyo Game, Red Nation {RED NATION} ^{Chorus: Game} All I know is bottles and rockin J's (WOO!), bottles and rockin J's (WOO!) Bottles and rockin J's (WOO!), bottles and rockin J's B-tches and gettin money, b-tches and gettin money Bottles and rockin J's (WOO!), bottles and rockin J's (WOO!) Bottles and rockin J's (WOO!), bottles and rockin J's B-tches and gettin money, b-tches and gettin money ^{Busta Rhymes} Aiyyo Game I wanna talk right now. I wanna let n-ggaz know what (I) know.. All I know is how to smash on everybody record and do what I do and make somebody have to go and get a hearse Yo, Game I don't really give a f-ck if it's your record and you my brother, my n-gga look I gotta rhyme first See the way I comin, how I do the game (Church!) Ask somebody, you gotta know you gotta need a nurse Let me bang 'em with another killa, then we put a couple bottles on the chiller Kill 'em with another verse Everybody see the way I be goin and goin How I do it? N-ggaz don't even be knowin, but then again Yes they do be knowin how I be bangin in every sh-t I be givin you All the heat I be packin and I be - showin off With all this money, you know where I'm headin And I'm gonna get the Jordan's the patent leather 11's They really bangin all the way down to the bedding And I get a couple pair with all this money I be gettin and I kill 'em with the bop, see the way a n-gga steppin And we pop bottles and we rock J's (See me reppin?) And respect the way I do it 'fore I hit you with the weapon Don't be spillin liquor all over my sh-t, give me a second Dayum! (SH-----T!!) Anyway. See we gotta get it up, prol'ly fill a model up Lemme rev a bottle up, lemme see everybody put your liquor bottles up{M-M-M-Maybach Music} LET'S GO! ^{Rick Ross} B-tches, I'm gettin money (WOO!), bottles and rockin chains Money like I'm LeBron (WOO!), my whip collection insane Suicidal thoughts (uh!), highway to heaven, ridin like a boss Condominium in the clouds, 60 Gs' a month (Hahaha!) Fifty floors, marble walls, pictures of Boston George Bitches snortin blow, f-ckin fast and cookin dope (WOO!) Sanctify, Bally shoes, Audemars, Franck Muller That Chopard, my new b-tches must mйnage, I'm a G ^{Chorus Game} Bottles and rockin J's, smokin and sippin Spades Pistol tucked in my Louie, (Heated) up like I'm Wade N-gga don't do LeBron's, Kobe up on the weekend Them cool grays, that's Monday, them Space Jams, that's Tuesday Them Spike Lee's on Wednesday, 23 in my Benz - (AY!) You know I love them 6s', especially on my b-tches 13s' and them spandex on Thursday, it's yo' birthday And Friday I ain't lyin, King Of Diamonds I'm in heaven Redbone p-ssy poppin on my black and red 11's Patent leather when I step in, you know what I'm reppin S-double O W-double O Black number fo's, I ain't get it from the store Bus' know, that.. ^{ChorusFabolous} I put footprints in them couches, I put so much in my two-step Put on fo' my city, I ain't got no choice but to rep I put straight shots, in they hand, make pretty girls do the ugly face And they just put my song on, move back, I need Dougie space ike AY! AY! Then it's right back to my muggin face N-gga said put the weed out, BBM, you buggin face We walked in, one sum'n, bottles pop like we won sum'n Raise a glass for err'body that's done (Somethin, from Nothin) No grind, no shine, dress code, we pay no mind Cargos and J's on, they let son/sun in, no blinds All I drink is my shit, stop playin - Youtube (Coco Loso wasted!) But tonight we on that red berry and cranberry - SOO-WOO Lil Wayne] And I'm smokin on that purp, sippin on that purp I came in this b-tch, wit some n-ggaz that will murk And we ain't 'bout all that talkin, you a dead man walking Stomp a n-gga ass out, in these number 4 Jordan's Got a scope, on the barrel, that's a hammer witta camera Hollow tips n-gga, tip a n-gga like a dancer I don't know nuttin' but b-tches and gettin money Shoot a n-gga ass up, then it's deuces Head shots, that f-ckin vest is so useless Yeaaaah! Yo Chuck, F-CK these n-ggaz You know who, P-I-RU, killer bees nigguh! WHAOW!!! YOUNG MULA BAAAAAY-BAAAAAY!! ^Chorus