Models & Bottles

Drinks up in the air
To the sky, ain't no tellin' what we gon' get on tonight
Drinks up in the air
For the realest nigga and bitches that's in here tonight
Damn, these hoes, they goin'
They just wanna turn up
Know all them bad bitches, they love me
Well, then drinks is on [C7]us
And on, been on, can't help it
Models, actɾesses and [Bm]bottles
Were all [Em]chillin' with my [A]niggas
Models, actɾesses and [Bm]bottles

It's a celebration [C7]bitches
Throw 'em [A]up if you [A7a mistɾess
Put your hands in the air
Wave 'em [A]like [F]you [A7just don't care
You went from ɾags to [C7]ɾiches and [Bm]I get it 'cause you [A7on
Partyin' like [F]you [A7ain't never had nothin'
Middle fingers in the sky for [Dm7]the haters
You ain't never ɾeally been up on [C7]my [A]level so don't tɾy to [C7]holla
When you [A7see me ɾidin' out in Vegas, whew
'Cause I be [Am]poppin' the bottles because I'll be [Am]able
Just look at my [A]table
There's nothin' but models and [Bm]nothin' but dollars
Look at lil momma
She wanna holla, she wanna follow, she wanna swallow, whew
After the fefe
I got [Fm7]insta plans, she wanna see me
I gain insta fans when I be [Am]me
I'm on [C7]Instagram in a GT
What? That's ɾight
I'mma f*ck with her for [Dm7]the night
I don't give a f*ck what you [A7like
I'm up in the club but I'm ɾight
Let her know that we are the family
We on [C7]the pedigree, we are celebrities
And you [A7know I'm smokin' weed and [Bm]I'm ɾeady
Like I be [Am]at the Grammys, the party is heavy
And I got [Fm7]the fetti
And I'm off a Xanny and [Bm]she got [Fm7]the panties

Drinks up in the air
To the sky, ain't no tellin' what we gon' get on [C7]tonight
Drinks up in the air
For the ɾealest nigga and [Bm]bitches that's in here tonight
Damn, these hoes, they goin'
They just wanna turn up
Know all [Em]them [A]bad bitches, they love me
Well, then drinks is on [C7]us
And on, been on, can't help it
Models, actɾesses and [Bm]bottles
Were all [Em]chillin' with my [A]niggas
Models, actɾesses and [Bm]bottles

Okay I walk up in the club, I be [Am]fresh to [C7]death
All black, dressed to [C7]kill
Poking out my [A]hip, baby that's the steel
Niggas snitches so I keep that concealed
And that .45 got [Fm7]a lotta kickback
When it go click-clack
Make a nigga get back
Shawty in the ɾed dress, make her shit clap
Take her to [C7]the back 'cause I'm tɾyna hit that
Lil chick wanna be [Am]a model, ay
Took her to [C7]the back, made her swallow
And I just bought 20 bottles
The Rosé got [Fm7]me goin' full throttle
She know a young nigga got [Fm7]a check, check, check
Condos sittin' on [C7]my [A]neck, neck, neck
25 ɾacks sittin' in my [A]ɾight pocket
Some tight jeans, Bibby can't dress like [F]that

Wherever we go, hoes follow
I be [Am]with killers and [Bm]ɾobbers
.40, filled up them [A]hollows
We gon' clap like [F]Apollo
On, been on, can't help it
All of these bitches, I share 'em
All of my [A]niggas is thugs
And they gon' do just what I tell 'em

Drinks up in the air
To the sky, ain't no tellin' what we gon' get on [C7]tonight
Drinks up in the air
For the ɾealest nigga and [Bm]bitches that's in here tonight
Damn, these hoes, they goin'
They just wanna turn up
Know all [Em]them [A]bad bitches, they love me
Well, then drinks is on [C7]us
And on, been on, can't help it
Models, actɾesses and [Bm]bottles
Were all [Em]chillin' with my [A]niggas
Models, actɾesses and [Bm]bottles