Models & Bottles - Twista, Jeremih, Lil Bibby

Drinks up in the air

To the sky, ain’t tellin' what going on tonight

Drinks up in the air

For the realest nigga livin' tonight

Damn keys, they goin'

They won’t turn up

Know all them bad bitches, they love me

Well them drinks is on us

They all can’t help it

Models, actresses and bottles

Bro, chillin' with my niggas

Models, actresses and bottles

It’s a celebration bitches

Throw 'em up if you’re a mission

Put your hands in the air

Wave 'em like you just don’t care

You went from rags to riches and I get it cause you on

Partyin' like you ain’t never had nothin'

Middle fingers in the sky for the haters

You ain’t never really been up on my level so don’t try to holla

When you see me ridin' out of Vegas, whew

Cause I be poppin' the bottles because I’ll be able

Just look at my table

There’s nothin' but models and nothin' but dollars

Lookin' at momma

She wanna holla, she wanna follow, she wanna swallow, whew

After the fee fee

I got insta plans, she wanna see me

I gain insta fans when I be me

I’m on Instagram in a GT

What?

That’s right

I’mma fuck with her for the night

I don’t give a fuck what you like

I’m up in the club but I’m right

Let her know that we are the family

We on the pedigree, we are celebrities

And you know I’m smokin' weed and I’m ready

Like I be at the Grammys, the party is heavy

And I got the fetti

And I’m off a Xanny and she got the panties

Drinks up in the air

To the sky, ain’t tellin' what going on tonight

Drinks up in the air

For the realest nigga livin' tonight

Damn keys, they goin'

They won’t turn up

Know all them bad bitches, they love me

Well them drinks is on us

They all can’t help it

Models, actresses and bottles

Bro, chillin' with my niggas

Models, actresses and bottles

Okay I walk up in the club, I be fresh to death

All black, dressed to kill

Bumpin' on my hip?

Baby that’s the steel

Bitches so I keep that concealed

And that .45 got a lotta kickback

When it go click-clack

Make a nigga get back

Shawty in the red dress, make her ass clap

Take her to the back cause I’m tryna hit that

Lil chick wanna be a model, ay

Took her to the back, made her swallow

And I just bought 20 bottles

The Rosé got me goin' full throttle

She know a young nigga got a check, check, check

Condos sittin' on my neck, neck, neck

25 racks sittin' in my right pocket

Some tight jeans, Bibby can’t dress like that

Wherever we go, hoes follow

I go be with killers and robbers

.40, filled up them hollows

We gon' clap like Apollo

On and on, can’t help it

All of these bitches, I share 'em

All of my niggas is thugs

Drinks up in the air

To the sky, ain’t tellin' what going on tonight

Drinks up in the air

For the realest nigga livin' tonight

Damn keys, they goin'

They won’t turn up

Know all them bad bitches, they love me

Well them drinks is on us

They all can’t help it

Models, actresses and bottles

Bro, chillin' with my niggas

Models, actresses and bottles