Trey Songz - Bottoms Up Lyrics

[Intro]

Yeaaah

Comere

Its mister steal yo girl x2

Ay girl ay girl ay girl

Leggo

[Chours: Trey Songz]

Bottoms up bottoms up (up)

Ay whats in ya cup

Got a cuple bottles

But a cuple aint enough

Bottoms up bottoms up (up)

Throw ya hands up

Tell security we bouta tear this club up

Bottoms up bottoms up (up)

Pocket full of green

Girl you know i love the way you shakin it them jeans

Bottoms up bottoms up (up)

Throw yo hands up

Bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) up (up) up bottoms

[Verse 1: Trey Songz]

You know what it is

Girl we back up in this thang(thang)

Money stay in my pocket

Girl Im like a walkin bank (bank)

Tell me what you drank (drank)

Tell me what you thank (thank)

If I go get these bottles we go alchol insane (insane)

Callin all the girls (girls)

Do you hear me

All around the world (world)

City to city (city)

Cheers to the girls

Throw duece to the guys

Na I got a chiken and a goose in the ride

Getin loose in the ride

Hatin ass nigga you can move to the move to the move to the side

[CHOURS: Trey Songz]

Bottoms up bottoms up (up)

Ay whats in ya cup

Got a cuple bottles

But a cuple aint enough

Bottoms up bottoms up (up)

Throw ya hands up

Tell security we bouta tear this club up

Bottoms up bottoms up (up)

Pocket full of green

Girl you know i love the way you shakin it them jeans

Bottoms up bottoms up (up)

Throw yo hands up

Bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) up (up) up bottoms

[Verse 2: Trey Songz]

My visions blurd (comere)

My words slur (comere)

Its jam packed (yeaa)

A million girls (ay)

And I aint trynna lead em

We drunk so let me be yo alchol heat room

Callin all the girls (girls)

Do you hear me (girl)

All around the world (world)

City to city (yeeaahhh)

Cheers to the girls

throw duece to the guys

Na I got a chicken and a goose in the ride

Getin loose in the ride

hatin ass nigga you can move to the move to the move to the side

[Chours: Trey Songz]

Bottoms up bottoms up (up)

Ay whats in ya cup

Got a cuple bottles

But a cuple aint enough

Bottoms up bottoms up (up)

Throw ya hands up

Tell security we bouta tear this club up

Bottoms up bottoms up (up)

Pocket full of green

Girl you know i love the way you shakin it them jeans

Bottoms up bottoms up (up) [Nicki Minaj: uh huh]

Throw yo hands up [Nicki Minaj: uh]

Bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) up (up) up bottoms [Nicki Minaj: uh yo]

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj (Roman Zolanski)]

Can i get that dro

Can i get that remmy

Can i get that coke

Can i get that henny

Can i get that margarita on the rock rock rock

Can i get salt all around that rim rim rim rim

Trey

I was like yo trey

Do you think you can buy me a bottle of rosay

Okay lets get it now

Im wit a bad bitch he's wit his friends

I dont say I hi I say keys to the benz

Keys to the benz keys to the benz

Mufuckin rite yea b to the 10

If a bitch try to get cute ima stomp her

Throw alotta money at her then yell fuck her

Fuck her fuck her then yell fuck her

Then im go and get my loui belt slug her

Excuse me Im sorry Im really such lady

I rep young money

You know slim baby

And we be doin donuts while we wave in the 3-80

We give alot of money to the babies out in haiti

Yellin all around the world

Do you hear me

Do you like my body and a nicki

Rest in peace to ana nicole smith

Yes my dear your so explosive

Say hi to mary mary and joseph

Now bottoms up and double my doses

[Chours: Trey Songz]

Bottoms up bottoms up (up)

Ay whats in ya cup

Got a cuple bottles

But a cuple aint enough

(Turn your) bottoms up bottoms up (up)

Throw ya hands up

Tell security we bouta tear this club up

Bottoms up bottoms up (up)

Pocket full of green

Girl you know i love the way you shakin it them jeans

Bottoms up bottoms up (up)

Throw yo hands up

Bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) up (up) up bottoms

Bottoms up {fade till end}

Trey Songz - I Invented Sex Lyrics

This goes out to the beautiful girls
Which one of y'all, which, which one
Which, which one of y'all
Which one of y'all goin' home with Trigga?

I see you at the club, ooh, shawty
Walkin' past a nigga lookin' at me all naughty
Then I said, "Baby, wassup?"
Reach for that hand shake, got a hug

Bottles of the Ace got me with a lil' buzz
Up in VIP with all my thug niggas
You leaned over and said you want me

Girl, when the valet pull the Benz up
Off to the crib, shawty, where we gonna end up
Girl, sit back, relax, hold up
Let me turn the radio on

Girl, when I get you to the crib
(Get you to the crib)
Upstairs to the bed
(Upstairs to the bed)
Girl, you gonna think, girl, you gonna think
Girl, you gonna think, girl, you gonna think

Girl, when I pull back them sheets
And you climb on top of me
Girl, you gonna think, girl, you gonna think
Girl, you gonna think, girl, you gonna think

You gonna think I invented sex
You gonna think I invented sex
You gonna think I invented sex

Put the code in the gate, pull up to the driveway
Said she like the way I touch her, listenin' to usher
(Yup)
I got a confession
(What?)
Know we 'bout to sin, but your body is a blessing
(Father, forgive me)

Girl, can we take it up stairs
(Up, up, up stairs)
My bed's waitin' there
(Waitin' there, yeah)

All I want to do is
(All I wanna do)
Is give you all of me
Won't you give me all of you?

I want your body like right now
(Right now)
You know I live a magnum lifestyle
(Lifestyle)
Baby, turn the lights down
And I'mma turn you on

Girl, when I get you to the crib
(Get you to the crib)
Upstairs to the bed
(Upstairs to the bed)
Girl you gonna think, girl you gonna think
Girl you gonna think, girl you gonna think

Girl, when I pull back them sheets
(Take the covers off)
And you climb on top of me
Girl you gonna think, girl you gonna think
Girl you gonna think, girl you gonna think

You gonna think I invented sex
You gonna think I invented sex
'Cause I do it like I did
You gonna think I invented sex

It's a celebration clap, clap, bravo
Lobster and shrimp and a glass of Moscato
For the girl who's a student and the friend who's a model
Finish the whole bottle and we gonna do it big like this

Yeah, and he was just practice
He ain't in your world, you can take him off your atlas
Girl you on fire, can I be the one you match with?
I'll give you the credit card and baby you can max this out

Show me where your tats is
Show me where you heads at, maybe I can grasp it
If you ever come up with a question, you should ask it
Caught up on your ex still? I can get you past it

Yeah, and your friends all suggest
What's the chance of this nigga being better than the rest?
Just tell 'em you appreciate the help
But you just got to know for yourself

Girl, when I get you to the crib
(Get you to the crib)
Upstairs to the bed
(Upstairs to the bed)
Girl you gonna think, girl you gonna think
Girl you gonna think, girl you gonna think

Girl, when I pull back them sheets
And you climb on top of me
Girl you gonna think, girl you gonna think
Girl you gonna think, girl you gonna think

You gonna think I invented sex
You gonna think I invented sex
You gonna think I invented sex