100 Bottles

[Hook: Chris Brown] x2 A hundred fuckin' bottles (x6) Stuntin' is my motto With two-hundred bad models [Verse 1: CyHi The Prynce] A hundred fucking bottles, I wanna fuck a model I got her on Patron, she open like a novel I told her make it wobble while I grab her from behind Then she made it wind so I ordered some Moscato A couple hookers and a bucket of that Rose We up in this bitch, niggas grilling like chipotle Twenty bottles waters, cranberry and some OJ Throw that money in the air, watch it fall like a snow flake I smell like Kush and Dolce I'm on that gin & juice and I'm feeling like the old Dre I'll be lying if I said I wasn't drunk It feels like I smoked a hundred blunts And I ordered like [Hook: Chris Brown] x2 [Verse 2: Chris Brown] Oh my god waiter We packed up in this bitch And I'm feeling the hater vapors, yeah it's hot up in this bitch! But boy you will never phase me And I know why you hate me Cause my fucking cleaning lady Look hotter than your bitch And you know I'm about to spend A hundred racks up in this bar, bar You don't wanna drink you wanna be noisy Mrs.Aard-Vark And I know that you not used to rejection But if you don't get naked get the fuck up out my section! [Hook: Chris Brown] x2 [Verse 3: Big Sean] You know I do it the biggest Got these bitch niggas hating Got these bad bitches jizzing Holdin' down my city, but I picked up that commission Boy, I run my city so you might need my permission I'm just champagne pissing? Drink it till I might drown Seen her in a wedding dress, I've seen her in her night gown Will she take me out to eat, while you'll be trying to eat her out Got a hundred fucking bottles boing with my weiner out Damn right, I got a hundred fucking bottles [Hook: Chris Brown] x2