Game - Bottles And Rockin J's Lyrics Ft DJ Khaled, Busta Rhymes, Rick Ross, Fabolous & Lil Wayne

Game - Bottles And Rockin J's Lyrics Ft DJ Khaled, Busta Rhymes, Rick Ross, Fabolous & Lil Wayne

DJ Khaled in the chorus in this new hip hop by rapper Game. The track also features Busta Rhymes which always gives a a full blast high speed rap verse. Rick Ross in this track makes the song go hard like a gorilla. Fabolous also spits what he's on his mind on this. But Lil Wayne is the one that fans are waiting in this song, 'cause they say he the best. Take a listen to this new "Bottles And Rockin J's".

These Bottles And Rockin J's Lyrics will be updated without any notifications. Bottles And Rockin J's video recorded by Game is located above.

[Dj Khaled]
Ayo Game, what they do boy
It’s DJ Khaled
I got my Black and Red Jordan Retro 6's on
I’m all about gettin’ money
I love glorifying my hard work
Poppin’ bottles
Shit them hoes love it too
This DJ Khaled, We The Best
Ayo Game. Red Nation

[Chorus]
All I know is bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bottles and rockin’ J’s

Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money

Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bottles and rockin’ J’s

Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money

[Busta Rhymes]
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 nigga look I gotta rhyme fresh
See the way I coming, how I do the game, church
Ask somebody, you gotta know you need to get 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 going and going
How I do it
Niggas the only way we know it, but then again, yes we do
We knowing how I be banging
And every sheet that I get
All the heat I be packin;
And I show it off
With all this money you know where I’m heading
And I’m gonna get the Jordan’s the patent 11 leathers
They really banging all the way down to the [?]
And I get a couple pair with all this money I be getting
And I kill em with the bounce, you see the way a nigga steppin
And we pop bottles and we rock J’s, see me reppin
Let me show you way I do it before I hit you with the weapon
Don’t be spillin’ liquor all over my shit, give me a second
Shiiiit, anyway, see we gotta get it up, fillin bottles up
Let me [?]

[Rick Ross]
Bitches, I’m gettin money, bottles and rocking chains
Money like I’m LeBron, my whip collection insane
Suicidal thoughts, highway to heaven riding like a boss
Condominium in the clouds, 60g’s a month
50 floors, marble walls, pictures of Boston Georgia
Bitches snortin’ blow, f-ckin fast and cookin’ dope
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Sanctify, Bally shoes, Audemars, Franck Muller [?]
My new bitches must menage I’m a G

[Chorus]
All I know is bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bottles and rockin’ J’s

Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money

Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bottles and rockin’ J’s

Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money

[Game]
Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Smokin’ and sippin’ Spades
Pistol tucked in my Louie

Heated up like I’m Wade
Nigga don’t do LeBron’s, Kobe up on the weekends
Jordan’s Monday through Friday especially when I’m freakin
Them cool grey’s, thats Monday
Them Space jams thats Tuesday
That Spike Lee’s on Wednesday
23 in my Benz eh
You know I love them 6's especially on my bitches
13's and them spandex on Thursday, it’s your birthday
And Friday I aint lying, King Of Diamonds I’m in heaven
Red Bone pussy poppin’ on my black and red 11's
Patent leather when I step in
You know what I’m reppin’
It’s S double-O, W Double-O
Black number 's I aint get it from the store, Buss know
That all I know is

[Chorus]
All I know is bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bottles and rockin’ J’s

Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money

Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bottles and rockin’ J’s

Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money

[Fabolous]
I put footprints in them couches
I put so much in my two step
Put on for my city, I aint got no choice but to rep
I put straight shots in they hair
Make pretty girls, do the ugly face
And they just my song on
Move back I need dougie space like ay, ay
Then its right back to my muggin’ face
Niggas said put the weed out
BBM, you buggin face
We walked in, want somethin’, bottles pop like we won some’n
Raise a glass for err’ybody that’s done something from nothin’
No grind, no shine, dress code, we pay no mind
Cargo’s and J’s on, they let sun in, no blinds
All I drink is my shit
Stop playin, Youtube
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 bitch with some niggas that will murk
And we aint bout all that talkin’, you a dead man walking
Stomp a nigga ass out, in these number 4 Jordans
Got a scope on the barrell that’s a hammer with a camera
Hollow tips nigga, tip a nigga like a dancer
I don’t know nothing but bitches and gettin money
Blood gang kill a nigga in public
Young Tunechi
Shoot a nigga ass up then it’s Deuces
Head shots that f-cking vest is so useless
Yeah, yo chuck, f-ck these niggas
You know who Piru?
Killer bees nigga

[Chorus]
All I know is bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bottles and rockin’ J’s

Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money

Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bottles and rockin’ J’s

Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money

As you notice, we don't have the full precise Game Ft DJ Khaled, Busta Rhymes, Rick Ross, Fabolous & Lil Wayne - Bottles And Rockin J's Lyrics. But if you happen to have some parts or maybe the full lyrics, please put it on the comment below or submit the lyrics directly. You can also suggest songs that are not in this blog yet.

Song Information:

Title: Bottles And Rockin' J's

Artist: Game

Length: 5:57

Type: Full

Album: N/A

Genre: Hip-Hop Rap

Producer: N/A

Featured Artists: DJ Khaled, Busta Rhymes, Rick Ross, Fabolous, Lil Wayne

Young Jeezy - Flexin Lyrics Ft Fabolous & Yo Gotti

Young Jeezy - Flexin Lyrics Ft Fabolous & Yo Gotti

"The Real Is Back" as the latest mixtape released by Young Jeezy. This is a Gangzta Grillz Special Edition with DJ Drama to give you a hint on what TM103 is going to be. This new track titled "Flexin" features co-rappers Fabolous and Yo Gotti.

These Flexin Lyrics will be updated without any notifications. Flexin video recorded by Young Jeezy is located above.

Lady:
Drumma Boyy

(CHorus)
Flexin, Flexin everyday I'm flexin
'Flexin was crime you gon' have to come arrest me
They asked me what I'm doin, that's a good question
Let you niggas know 'soon as I get done flexin
Flexin, flexin, all day I'm flexin
'Flexin was crime then somebody come arrest me
They asked me what I'm doin, that's a good question
Let you niggas know soon as I get done flexin

Young Jeey - Verse 1:
Young you stay killin em, bitch i gotta hit list,
on that murder 1 kush, bitch you gotta hit this
jizzle in that 5.9.9. you can't forget this
don't make me hop up out this pretty bitch & take a twitpic
foreign bitch with me, yeah she take a big dick
foreign M60, yeah it take a big clip
we understand the top, damn nigga where yo doors go
bitch im on the moon what the fuck i need some doors fo
shooters right behind me, yeah they in a escalade
you know how to find me, shooters in the escalade
killers on payroll, bitch even my neck work
left the house with all my chains on, look like my neck hurt

(Chorus)
Flexin, Flexin everyday I'm flexin
'Flexin was crime they gon' have to come arrest me
They asked me what I'm doin, that's a good question
Let you niggas know 'soon as I get done flexin
Flexin, flexin, all day I'm flexin
'Flexin was crime then somebody come arrest me
They asked me what I'm doin, that's a good question
Let you niggas know soon as I get done flexin

Fabolous - Verse 2:
Im Flexin, Flexin, ain't moving a muscle though
come through in some foerign shit, you checking it like customs hoe
american gangster chase them franks like Russell Crowe
them benjamin franks in-case you lost or just don't know
i got my bet on, thats my black watch
& all i do is win my pockets look like jackpots
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check my calendar it say im flexin all summer
so your lucky day is when you get a call from us
we in & out them stores, they think we the mall runners
i never change, thats why i carry all hundreds
im doing me & yo bitch is who im next to do
other than the schedule is flexible(niceee)

(Chorus)
Flexin, Flexin everyday I'm flexin
'Flexin was crime they gon' have to come arrest me
They asked me what I'm doin, that's a good question
Let you niggas know 'soon as I get done flexin
Flexin, flexin, all day I'm flexin
'Flexin was crime then somebody come arrest me
They asked me what I'm doin, that's a good question
Let you niggas know soon as I get done flexin

Yo Gotti - Verse 3:
Im Flexin, (Flexinnnnnnn) lookin like a million bucks
double story white house, that bitch a million plus
look at my garage everything i ride a 100 up
if i ain't the gangster of the year, im runner up
flexin, flexin aston martin textin
911 porshe, quadruple doors, that bitch sexy
straight cash shawty, motherfuck a credit card
see me in the club, lookin like a fed charge
brick talk, dope boy shit, making money fly
spot light, center of attention, i ain't gotta try
flexin, presidential rollie with the ice in it
closet full of gucci shoes cost more than ya breitlin
IM FLEXIN

(Chorus x3)
Flexin, Flexin everyday I'm flexin
'Flexin was crime they gon' have to come arrest me
They asked me what I'm doin, that's a good question
Let you niggas know 'soon as I get done flexin
Flexin, flexin, all day I'm flexin
'Flexin was crime then somebody come arrest me
They asked me what I'm doin, that's a good question
Let you niggas know soon as I get done flexin

Lyrics submitted by: _Dre263

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Song Information:

Title: Flexin

Artist: Young Jeezy

Length: 4:56

Type: Full

Album: The Real Is Back

Genre: Rap Hip Hop

Featured Artists: Fabolous, Yo Gotti

Fabolous - Rollin Remix Lyrics Ft Young Jeezy

Rollin Remix Lyrics - Fabolous Ft Young Jeezy

Fabolous drops a verse on Jeezy's "Rollin" for this brand new remix. Unofficiall though, but it is still a banger that you would be in the clubs of South Beach!

These Rollin Remix Lyrics will be updated without any notifications. Rollin Remix video recorded by Fabolous is located above.

A nigger young said they’ll come on one way,
Make them down, I’ll be in town, Monday!
It’s all my niggers on a freeway,
Riding dirty, do that, let me take it easy!

Chorus:
Every time you see me on a night fall
22 sitting on ‘em shits block
Bad bitch on a (?) just rolling.
A nigger just rollin, a nigger just rollin,

Every time see me on the same(?)
Story got me jumpers in this(?)
26 is in the highway,
A nigger just rollin, a nigger just rollin!
It’s all (?) I’m on call, I checked home we(?)
I hate that shit, don’t ya?
Real niggers don’t count balls,
Pussy just a phone call,
You stand for someone you gonna fall,
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I make it happen, I don’t stop.
Bullshit, don’t try that!
That full clique ain’t my(?)
(?)that’s my trap!
Shout out to my hood, too real to fake that,
I’ll be king, nigger, I was brought up to take that!
You flip that, can make that, you got ass to shake that,
The more you drop like (?) tell somebody rape that!
Write another nine five on my way to(?)
I’m rolling while my lady drives in an all-black Mercedes rides.

Chorus:
Rollin!
Every time you see me on a night fall
22 sitting on ‘em shits block
Bad bitch on a (?) just rolling.
A nigger just rollin, a nigger just rollin!

I’m riding, I’m rolling, I’m all this, stop hoping!
(?)the mozo stop smoking!
Beep, beep, phone call, nigger you’re joking,(?) he’s ugly!
Just gotta make to show, no words like to show
(?) I smoke them like new(?)
(?)nigger in that turbo,
Now we’ll do(?)
Failure to(?) real nigger don’t do(?)
Like a white (?) One time my bail boss,
End up in the same mouth, to the same spot, with the same pattern.
(?)yeah, oh you see me, (?)
(?)are so cool, those women are so(?)
Yeah, nigger that’s Old School, I don’t ride here, I’m rollin,
I’m smoking, I’m fucked up(?)!

Chorus:
Every time you see me on a night fall
22 sitting on ‘em shits block
Bad bitch on a (?) just rolling.
A nigger just rollin, a nigger just rollin!

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Fabolous - Slow Down Lyrics Ft Trey Songz

Fabolous - Slow Down Lyrics Ft Trey Songz

Another collaboration song from SOUL mixtape but this time it features R&B singer Trey Songz for this new song called "Slow Down".

These Slow Down Lyrics will be updated without any notifications. Slow Down video recorded by Fabolous is located above.

[Hook - Fabolous]
Wanna be your #1 fan, but from the stage
Know it's hard to see way up in the stands
I understand, but damn
Wishing I could be that one man, but you juggle
Way too many of them with one hand
I understand, but damn

[Verse 1 - Fabolous]
Slow down baby, let me be your yellow light
The way we met is wrong, let me say hella-right
You need a yellow light, a break from this ghetto life
The way I roll make the haters want them yellow dice
She said what matters is that Gucci, plus stilettos nice
And when you slap this ass, it shake like Jello, right?
What I like, roll them cigarellos tight
I make ? the big chicken and yellow rice
Pretty brown skin, long blonde hair
She hear them talking but she never gon' care
Cause when you roll with trash-talkers
That's what you gon' hear
I can't imagine what a ?
Always been the girl that didn't have to wait in line
Niggas buy her watches just for making time
They say "give it up" I never had to ask
Call her the stick up girl that never wore a mask
Baby, ain't you tired of life in this fast lane?
Packing luggage, rushing, trying to catch the last plane?
There's some dudes who take pride in trying to gas dames
The same dudes will see her and give they last name
Funny how I became the apple of her eye
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She's from the South and I'm a rapper from NY
Don't get me wrong: lil mama love "Trap or Die"
But through it all she kept her watch on the dapper guy
And fell in love with a 2009 verse
She said before we met, I fucked her in her mind first
We crossed paths, a mixture of karma and luck
I walked in strong, mentally calming my nuts
I got em swarming and stuck, she call me ?
?
My approach? Smoother than an Armani tux
The diamonds going off like the alarm on a truck
Small talk, warming her up, ? in her cup
She told me I make her laugh and I'm charming as fuck
But for now she had to go, ?
She was chilling, now she leaving, that was kinda strange
Asked "can we meet again?" She said "that can be arranged"
And I'm sure we both have phone numbers that can be exchanged
We did, she slid
But for now she hopped into a Platinum-colored Range

[Trey Songz]
Slow down..
see baby, see you gotta get ur mind right while there’s still time left.
you know life, wanting vip sections and flight confirmations
jumpin start to star, got ur own constellation
i aint tryna say dat u, shit, maybe i am
never follow ur heart
sure to lose your mind…if u neva follow ur heart..

[Bridge]
you need to slow down…(yes baby u need to slow down) [x2]
slow down….
you need to slow down
you need to slow… you need to slow… you need to slow down
you need to slow…
baby for real you need to slow it on…slow it on down.

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Song Tags

Title: Slow Down

Artist: Fabolous

Length: 4:04

Album: SOUL mixtape

Genre: RnB Rap

Featured Artists: Trey Songz

Fabolous - Mo Brooklyn, Mo Harlem, Mo Southside Lyrics (Ft Lloyd Banks & Vado)

Fabolous - Mo Brooklyn, Mo Harlem, Mo Southside Lyrics (Ft Lloyd Banks & Vado)

Brand new rap collaboration off the SOUL mixtape.

These Mo Brooklyn, Mo Harlem, Mo Southside Lyrics will be updated without any notifications. Mo Brooklyn, Mo Harlem, Mo Southside video recorded by Fabolous is located above.

[Fabolous]
Check my resume, look back at my past to this present day
Always been a pirate who been tryna find what treasure lay
Castle on the hill, far from where the peasants stay
Steel in sock drawer, my dresser is where the desert lay
Put the Audemar away, today feel like a present day
Raindows in my diamonds, you would think my bezels gay
Passion, Pain, Pleasure, Trey knocking in the Escalade
Ii be in the drivers seat, my passenger name is Desirae
36 24 40 what her measure say
Here today, gone tomorrow and I just met her yesterday
We already eating yall tryna make reservae
We making movies while yall sit on couches pressing play
Mmoney aint on your mind, what you thinking doesn’t count
Ii did sneaker boxes , now I does accounts
Sstill keep it hood aint no half way shit
Can do a suit with a fitted on some draft day shit
Aand maybe I’m too busy to hear what the talent blind say
In the club buying roses like its valentines day bitch
They find them niggas in a meat locker soon
Have their mommas crying like they in the heats locker room wassup !

[Chorus]
Mo Brooklyn, Mo Harlem, Mo Southside
Yyou catch that body nigga better have that alibi
You never know it might just be your time to that ride
Tto them pearly white gates watch that suicide

[Vado]
Who am I? nudy fly with a cutie pie
Burning pot, turtle top watching cooley high
Shoot high, one in your calf like the boobie got
Suit and tie then comit suicide like he knew to die
Haaa, Bright lights I vision
House full of birds I’m like Mike Tys’ with pigeons
Wwhite mics religion if not ice and linen
You gave me your word then that right price was giving
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Trend setters, Hamptons live better
In the mansions lamping, plaid pants a thin sweater
Top floor gusevoir see me with bench pressers
Slimes that push weight but aint hit the gym never
Like quarters got red orders
Bags over bags stash house look like horters
Avon home tell marlo these my corners
Matress tight walls we snatching wife daughters
Only dimes keep on my time sheet
Catch a jukes hit with the biscuit for that 9 piece
Already marketing plan it never my minds sleeps
Lime green headphones, Jimmy I need some Slime Beats

[Chorus]
Mo Brooklyn, Mo Harlem, Mo Southside
Yyou catch that body nigga better have that alibi
You never know it might just be your time to that ride
Tto them pearly white gates watch that suicide

[Lloyd Banks]
Moneys the focus, ashtray’s to the top a hundred roaches
Pretty head on hotel sofas in this town of dreams and hopers
Dont approach us, watch the common stretchers lead to comas
Sold out shows and Louie shoulders, way I rap I need a bonus
Who can hold us? the OG rollers New York city’s coldest
Sour diesel, weed aromas, numb of casualties of soldiers
My position, remains the same while niggas change and switching
Politics from famous living, heavy chains and brainless women
Place to swim in, 22 spinning leather grace the linen
If you find a space forgive em, gangstas cant erase the sinning
Ducking po po, the 2k winners Banks, Vado, and Loso
Brooklyn, Queens, to Harlem 44 slip around here you’ll be promo
I’m fresh, designer down to sweats prolly grip the thousand x
My style whats next, booshe hound next to the housing jets
Life reflects from big diamonds domino with calmer flow
Feel like I’m popping shit, rounding homicide everytime I go
Thousand dollar tipping, Impala whipping recline and go
Pounding out ya sister then give her pound, time to roll

[Chorus]
Mo Brooklyn, Mo Harlem, Mo Southside
Yyou catch that body nigga better have that alibi
You never know it might just be your time to that ride
Tto them pearly white gates watch that suicide

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DJ Drama - Oh My Lyrics Ft Fabolous, Wiz Khalifa & Roscoe Dash

DJ Drama - Oh My Lyrics Ft Fabolous, Wiz Khalifa & Roscoe Dash

A DJ Drama produced track with rappers Fab, Wiz and Roscoe for his upcoming Gangsta Grillz 3 album.

These Oh My Lyrics will be updated without any notifications. Oh My video recorded by DJ Drama is located above.

Light skinned, dark skinned, bottom right, top heavy
Jeans fitting right, hair did, shawty you the best
Light skinned, dark skinned, bottom right, top heavy
Jeans fitting right, hair did, shawty you the best

You the one girl, you the one girl
Something bout them jeans that you wearing
Something bout them jeans that you wearing
Yeah you got that body of a Goddess
You got no competition you got it
You make me wanna say oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my

Light skinned, dark skinned, bottom right, top heavy
Jeans fitting right, hair did, shawty you the best
Light skinned, dark skinned, bottom right, top heavy
Jeans fitting right, hair did, shawty you the best

[Fabolous]
I got one in Miami, she mean with a mouth piece
She like LeBron, I’m taking my talents down the south
Pineapple to chase it, go on girl just chase it
All we drink is my shit, coco loso wasted
Love that lil waist shit, damn them hips just sit out
Now I see who all these hating girls be talkin’ shit bout
From the front looking like she got some ass probably
They say that’s a sign girl ass-trology
Tight denim with them little rips in ‘em
Wait in line jeans, take a minute to get in ‘em
BBD say you poisen well I want some of that venom girl, girl

[Hook]
You the one girl, you the one girl
Something bout them jeans that you wearing
Something bout them jeans that you wearing
Yeah you got that body of a Goddess
You got no competition you got it
You make me wanna say oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my

[Wiz Khalifa]
Ooooh, girl your ass is superthick
lotta chicks off in this club and you the baddest in this bitch
Ooooh, look at what you wearing girl
The club owner should pay you whenever you make an appearance
And you got me hooked, I might try not to look
But I keep staring, come out to my city see, I run that bitch like errands oooh
Grown as hell I don’t care to choose
Who’s coming, you, her and you
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Roll this up, after you hit it once, you’ll need a parachute
To tell the truth I’mma tear the roof
Out that muthaf-cker nail it too
Loud pipes, hear the coupe, vroom, got stripes like a general
You know I’m tryna get into you

[Hook]
You the one girl, you the one girl
Something bout them jeans that you wearing
Something bout them jeans that you wearing
Yeah you got that body of a Goddess
You got no competition you got it
You make me wanna say oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my

[Roscoe Dash]
Now you the baddest that I’ve seen in the club all night
Girl, your booty had me stuck like a drug all night
Damn, girl I really wanna put it on you like a coaster,
Love how you moving over there but I really want you closer
Let get drunk off this Moscato, do it like there’s no tomorrow
Wake up and if it’s up we’ll do it like theres no tomorrow
Jump on it, I want it, he on it, bone it
Whenever she want it
ROS and yo we dismantling every component
Girl you the one, too bad I’m not a jumper?
She love the way the rapper tastes, too bad I’m not a sucker
She call me when she need it
And I’mma come running to feed that appetite I do it anyway she want it

[Hook]
You the one girl, you the one girl
Something bout them jeans that you wearing
Something bout them jeans that you wearing
Yeah you got that body of a Goddess
You got no competition you got it
You make me wanna say oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my

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Song Tags

Title: Oh My

Artist: DJ Drama

Length: 4:40

Type: Full studio version

Album: Gangsta Grillz 3: The Album

Genre: Hip Hop Rap

Producer: DJ Drama

Featured Artists: Fabolous, Wiz Khalifa, Roscoe Dash

Lloyd Banks - Start It Up Remix Lyrics Ft Young Jeezy, Kanye West, Swizz Beatz, Fabolous

Lloyd Banks - Start It Up Remix Lyrics Ft Young Jeezy, Kanye West, Swizz Beatz

DJ Kay Slay just premiered an official remix of the song "Start It Up" with new verses from Lloyd Banks and Young Jeezy! New banger this 2011!

These Start It Up Remix Lyrics will be updated without any notifications. Start It Up Remix video recorded by Lloyd Banks is located above.

[Young Jeezy]
I be chillin’ in that Phantom
Bumpin
He the boss of the town, call him young John Gotti
Sittin down with the plug, bout to order up some taco’s
Talkin’ hella chips, nachos
And you really gettin’ money, say cheese in this muthaf-cka
Turn your dog like flea’s in this muthaf-cka
So many chains might freeze in this muthaf-cker
Walk back might freeze in this muthaf-cka
Black and gold stones, Drew Brees in this muthaf-cka
Don’t make me start talking quarter keys in this muthaf-cker
Shell cases, night vision, aint nothing stupid
Cut the field up, outta space, Jupiter
Don’t make me start it up like a new Kawasaki
Drop me, hit ya in ya face, you’ll be chicken teriyaki
While I’m on that new thug passion, Belvedere and Saki
Chopping bricks with some chop sticks, oh yeah I got this

[Swizz Beatz]
you know they mad cause cause cause I’m hood rich
you aint never ever seen good trick
You want a problem,
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
wait a minute
(repeated)

[Lloyd Banks]
I’m who they be, Chronic by the P, living comfortably
Come with me, round and some would see why they f-ck with me
Bentley’s pulling up in three, multi-coloured fleet
Y’all sour me, my summers sweet
Catch my mother feet
Hate just makes chop em as they creek
Life forever sweet
Life’s a gamble and I play for keeps in these streets
Magnificant flow or magnifique
Work and have a seat
Them just my parakeets
macking masterpiece
My life is good, my bitches bad
I’m switching pad, changing watches in my christmas bag
I got the gift of gab, talked my way in
Whips and cash, come through half stepping and then get whipped in half
Southsides my heart, too hard to forget the past
Lost too many n-ggas
My flows off the ropes, uppercuts, stick to jabs
Shorty wanna grab, catch a couple, hit the cab

[Swizz Beatz]
you know they mad cause cause cause I’m hood rich
you aint never ever seen good trick
You want a problem,
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
wait a minute
(repeated)

[Kanye West]
We keep these G’s in an alloy safe
and stash the weed in an altoids case
they say good things come to those who wait
so I’m gon be at least an hour late
I’m so fresh I should be arrested
new Tody Chester with my nuts on your chest b-tch
she said “hey ‘Ye”
I said “Yes B-tch”
damn I’m only asking you a question
I met this milf at the allstar getting action
a cougar with more rings than Phil Jackson
told her beauty is why God invented eyeballs
and her booty is why God invented my balls
I’m a rockstar, huh, start it up
start it up, huh, start it up
so popular you should get a shot of us
n-ggas don’t take shots at us that is only obvious
the first album I vomited, the second I colonic’d it
aint nobody f-cking with me, I plutonic’d it
bet I got some slippers on, bet go honour it
these aint even real clothes homie I’m pajama rich
Banks told me homie go switch the style up
these b-tches on me homie only to arouse us
told her I aint paying tonight I’m only browsing
she pulled her blouse up, said “it’s free”, I said WOWZER!

[Swizz Beatz]
you know they mad cause cause cause I’m hood rich
you aint never ever seen good trick
You want a problem,
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
wait a minute
(repeated)

[Swizz beatz]
Ninja, Kawasaki, Ducati, my old Harley
rock the party
move ya body
wassup, wassup
everybody
start it up (vroom, vroom)
start it up (vroom, vroom)
start it up (vroom, vroom)
start it up (vroom, vroom)
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start it up (vroom, vroom)
wait a minute

[Ryan Leslie]
Lets get it started, get it started, get it started yeah yeh

Ladies and gentleman

[Fabolous]
Plenty hate, they be taking shots, never penetrate
money generated, if we aint in the house, renovate!
tryna eat, we aint finna wait
where’s da dinner plates?
BMW, ten to 8, interstate 95, passenger
baddest b-tch in the states, half Spanish half trinidad
complexion Henny straight
y’all aint got your business straight, track star, finna state
time is money and I can’t afford to be a minute late
it’s time to make a movie let the haters watch
diamonds spinning round the bezel thats tornado watch
my independant chick, I like my ladies Koch
she got an appetite for d-ck, I guess I place my crotch
that soft as tater top, long, try me not
under the wings, fried rice at the chinese spot
I hear ‘em talking but they aint really living it
opinions are like assholes so who gives a sh-t

[Swizz Beatz]
you know they mad cause cause cause I’m hood rich
you aint never ever seen good trick
You want a problem,
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
wait a minute

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Song Information

Title: Start It Up Remix

Artist: Lloyd Banks

Length: 5:51

Type: Full official remix 2011

Album: N/A

Genre: Rap Hip Hop

Producer: N/A

Featured Artists: Young Jeezy, Kanye West, Swizz Beatz, Fabolous