Trina - I Got A Bottle lyrics

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SOUTHERN SMOKE!

Moe miney meenie inny

I got a bottle, I got a cup

I got ice, so what's up

Walk in the club wearing super star clothes

Feelin like money cause I collect dough

Moe miney meenie inny

Goose, Belv patrone and hinney

I been sippin on Cavalli that shits so strong

Like paris hilton, gotta carry me home

So full, so far gone

Forgot where I parked, and lost my iPhone

Still lookin good and pretty bad bitch in every city

Rocks, diamonds, I got plenty

Ice for the cup, now pour the henney

Escorted in the club, I brought the whole team

Ain't no guest, it's a rockstar theme

Everybody lookin of course it's the queen

They admirin the crown, and the 10 carat ring

I'm known for pimpin these rappers

I should get an Oscar award for my actin

When they actually think that I'm feelin em

That's *when* I take they money, then I'm killin em

I got a bottle, I got a cup

I got ice, so what's up

Walk in the club wearing super star clothes

Feelin like money cause I collect dough

Moe miney meenie inny

Goose, Belv patrone and hinney

Watch me get ghost in the phantom

Somethin like a pimp like david banner

M, I, crooked letta, crooked letta

I, crooked letta, crooked letta, I humpback humpback

I, am so off the chain

Buyin bottles ain't a thing

Plus I'm gonna make it rain

So much money think shes insane

You a 7 digit nigga if u holla at a broad

With a 7 digit figga u should come and buy da bar

I'm talkin, buying bottles of Cavalli Vodka

I'm wet and hott like lava

I'm switchin 4 lanes in range

Hangin at da roof talkin money ain't a thing

Comin all out my shirt on champagne

Damn lil miss trina off da chain

I got a bottle, I got a cup

I got ice, so what's up

Walk in the club wearing super star clothes

Feelin like money cause I collect dough

Moe miney meenie inny

Goose, Belv patrone and hinney

I don't splurge I spend

Drive a pearl Phantom

I'm so stinky stinky rich,

My damn dogg drive a benz

Cardo blue diamond shoes

Shinin suits, liverachi boo

Stuntin on you, like boo who you

I'm a icon ya bitch I though u knew

I only drop bombs, hatas b like uh-uh

Girl who she think she is

I'm is wut u want is

Girl I don't want yo man but I'll yo man

Yo man and his friend they both my fans

U don't understand misdemeanor ain playin

Wen we go out to eat I got yo man payin

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Thanks to brenay for these lyrics

Thanks to RL for these lyrics