J Molley - Seven Bottles Lyrics

Oh my God
Youngest in the club with seven bottles
Sipping on oh my God I cannot walk
Boy talk is cheap that’s why you talk too much

Holy shit think i just took a picture with your bitch
New money who this new money 5 digits
Ah ah ah ah ah ah
Which crib you wanna visit
Which crib you wanna stay
Live and die in LA
Ah ah ah ah ah ah
Big crib with a gate
Palm trees by the bay
I been smoking all day
Can’t pronounce what I drink
I been up in a haze

Oh my God
Youngest in the club with seven bottles
Sipping on oh my God I cannot walk
Boy talk is cheap that’s why you talk too much

Holy shit think i just took a picture with your bitch
New money who this New money 5 digits ah ah ah ah ah ah
Which crib you wanna visit
Which crib you wanna visit
Ah ah ah ah ah ah

The car is like the crib
Bought it we don’t rent
These boys don’t relate
Make their years allowance in set
Yeah that’s why they hate
I’m making too much cash for my age age
See me posted in the club it’s prolly cause I’m getting paid
Gotta pay to go and stand around a bunch of fucking fakes
Might be rich but girls it’s daddies cash I did this on my own
Might be your bitch but you ain’t the one she call when she alone

Oh my God
Youngest in the club with seven bottles
Sipping on oh my God I cannot walk
Boy talk is cheap that’s why you talk too much

Holy shit think I just took a picture with your bitch
New money who this oh whoa new money 5 digits
Ah ah ah ah ah ah
Which crib you wanna visit

I get paid to go you pay to get in
I drop this goofys all my motherfucking chain
We're on facetime but she ain't showing any face
I I I might be a star but can you please give me some space

Think I just got the thinking
Ah ah ah ah ah ah