“Bottoms Up” by Trey Songz featuring Nicki Minaj is an upbeat and catchy club banger released in 2010. The song received positive reviews and became a commercial success, peaking on the Billboard Hot 100 chart. Trey Songz’s smooth vocals and Nicki Minaj’s rap verse complement each other well, creating an entertaining and dynamic collaboration. The track’s lively production and infectious chorus made it a popular party anthem. Check out the Bottoms Up Lyrics, Video, and Download here…
Kane is in the building, nigga (Oh-oh-oh-ohh, ay) it’s Mr. Steal Yo Girl (Oh-oh-oh-ohh, ay) it’s Mr. Steal Yo Girl (Oh-oh-oh-ohh) hey girl, hey girl (Oh-oh-ohh) hey girl, hey girl (Hey girl) leggo
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), ayy, what’s in ya cup? Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain’t enough Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), throw your hands up Tell security we ’bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), pocket full of green Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), throw yo’ hands up Bottoms up (up), bottoms up (up), bottoms up, up, up
You know what it is, girl, we back up in this thang (thang) Money stay in my pocket, girl, I’m like a walkin’ bank (bank) Tell me whatcha drank, tell me whatcha think If I go get these bottles, we go alcohol insane (‘sane)
Callin’ all the girls (girls), do you hear me? All around the world (world), city to city (city) Cheers to the girls, throw a deuce to the guys Now I got a chicken and a goose in the ride, gettin’ loose in the ride Hatin’ ass nigga you can move to the, move to the, move to the side
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), ay, what’s in yo’ cup? Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain’t enough Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), throw your hands up Tell security we ’bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), pocket full of green Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), throw yo’ hands up Bottoms up (up), bottoms up (up), bottoms up, up, up
My vision’s blurred (c’mere), my words slurred (c’mere) It’s jam-packed (yeah), a million girls (ay) And I ain’t tryna leave, though (hey) We drunk so let me be your alcohol hero
Callin’ all the girls (girls, girls), do you hear me? (Girls) All around the world (world), city to city (yeah) Cheers to the girls, throw a deuce to the guys Now I got a chicken and a goose in the ride, gettin’ loose in the ride Hatin’ ass nigga you can move to the, move to the, move to the side
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), ay, what’s in yo’ cup? Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain’t enough Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), throw your hands up Tell security we ’bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), pocket full of green Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans Bottoms up, bottoms up (uh-huh), throw ya hands up (uh) Bottoms up (uh), bottoms up, bottoms up (uh), up, up (yo)
Could I get that ‘trón? Could I get that Remy? Could I get that coke? Could I get that Henny? Could I get that margarita on the ro-ro-rocks? Could I get that salt all around that rim, rim, rim, rim? Trey, I was like, “Yo, Trey Do you think you could buy me a bottle of Rosé?” Okay, let’s get it now
I’m with a bad bitch, he’s with his friends I don’t say hi, I say, keys to the Benz Keys to the Benz? Keys to the Benz Mu-mu’ right, yeah, V to the 10 If a bitch tryna get cute I’ma stomp her Throw a lot of money at her then yell, “Fuck her Fuck her! Fuck her!”, then yell, “Fuck her!” Then I’ma go get my Louisville Slugger
Excuse me? I’m sorry, I’m really such a lady I rep Young Money, you know, Slim, Baby? And we be doin’ donuts while we wavin’ the .380 We give a lot of money to the babies out in Haiti
Yellin’ all around the world, “Do you hear me?” Do you like my body? Anna Nicki (ow) Rest in peace to Anna Nicole Smith Yes, my dear, you’re so explosive Say hi to Mary, Mary and Joseph Now, bottoms up and double my dosage
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), ay, what’s in yo’ cup? Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain’t enough (Turn your) bottoms up, bottoms up (up), throw your hands up Tell security we ’bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), pocket full of green Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans (It’s not that I’m drunk) ooh, shake it Bottoms up (I’m, I’m), bottoms up (I’m, I’m on that), throw yo’ hands up (I’ma be, I’m, I’m, I’m good) bottoms up, bottoms up (I’m good)
Trigga Trey, Nicki M (bottoms up), let’s get it (c’mere) Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up I, I, I, I am Zolanski (bottoms up) I’m Roman (bottoms up) Yeah