Models & Bottles Lyrics - 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 

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It's a celebration 

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 

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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, niggas 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