I Got a Bottle (Feat. Missy) Lyrics

This that new Trina baby
Get up suckerI got a bottle
(Got a bottle)
I got a cup
(Got a cup)
I got ice
(Got ice)
So what's up?
(What's up?)Walk in the club wearing superstar clothes
Feelin like money 'cause I collect dough
Moe, miney, meenie, inny
Who's got Patron and Henny?I been sippin on Cavalli that shit's so strong
Like Paris Hilton, gotta carry me home
So full, so far gone
Forgot where I parked and lost my iPhoneStill lookin good and pretty
Bad bitch in every city
Rocks, diamonds, I got plenty
Ice for the cup, now pour the HenneyEscorted in the club, I brought the whole team

Ain't no guest, it's a rock star theme
Everybody lookin of course it's the queen
They admirin the crown and the 10 carat ringI'm known for pimpin these rappers
I should get an Oscar award for my acting
When they actually think that I'm feelin 'em
That's when I take they money, then I'm killin' 'emI got a bottle
(Got a bottle)
I got a cup
(Got a cup)
I got ice
(Got ice)
So what's up?
(What's up?)Walk in the club wearing superstar clothes
Feelin like money 'cause I collect dough
Moe, miney, meenie, inny
Who's got Patron and Henny?Watch me get ghost in the Phantom
Somethin like a pimp like David Banner
M I crooked letter, crooked letter I, crooked letter
Crooked letter I, humpback, humpbackI am so off the chain
Spyin' bottles ain't a thing
Plus I'm gonna make it rain
So much money they think shes insaneYou a 7 digit nigga if you holla at a brah
With a 7 digit figga you should come in by the bar
I'm talkin buying bottles, Cavalli Vodka
I'm wet and hot like lavaI'm switchin 4 lanes in Range
Hangin' out the roof talkin money aint a thing
Comin all out my shirt on champaign
Damn lil' Miss Trina off the chainI got a bottle
(Got a bottle)
I got a cup
(Got a cup)
I got ice
(Got ice)
So what's up?
(What's up?)Walk in the club wearing superstar clothes
Feelin like money 'cause I collect dough
Moe, miney, meenie, inny
Who's got Patron and Henny?I don't splurge I spend
Drive a pearl Phantom
I'm so stinky stinky rich
My damn dog drive a BenzPowder blue diamond shoes
Shinin suits, Liberachi boo
Stuntin on you like boo who you
I'm a icon bitch I though you knewI only drop bombs, haters be like uh, uh
Girl, who she think she is? I'm is what you want me is
Girl, I don't want your man but I'll take your man
Your man and his friend they both my fans
You don't understand Miss Demeanor aint playin
When we go out to eat I got your man payinI got a bottle
(Got a bottle)
I got a cup
(Got a cup)
I got ice
(Got ice)
So what's up?
(What's up?)Walk in the club wearing superstar clothes
Feelin like money 'cause I collect dough
Moe, miney, meenie, inny
Who's got Patron and Henny?Moe, miney, meenie, inny
Moe, miney, meenie, inny
Moe, miney, meenie, inny
Moe, miney, meenie, inny
Moe, miney, meenie, inny
Moe, miney, meenie, innyMoe, miney, meenie, inny
Moe, miney, meenie, inny
Moe, miney, meenie, inny
Moe, miney, meenie, inny
Moe, miney, meenie, inny
Moe, moe, miney miney, meenie, meenie
Inny, inny, inny, inny, inny, inny, inny, inny, inny, inny
Songwriters
PEREZ, ARMANDO CHRISTIAN / ELLIOTT, MELISSA / TAYLOR, KATRINA / SAUNDERS, REGINALD / ROWE, KENNY / NASH, JASON DEVONPublished by
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