[Chorus:]
We're in the mother fucking building!
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stunnin' is my motto
With two-hundred bad models
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
I need a hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
A hundred fucking bottles
Stunnin' is my motto
With two-hundred bad models

[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
This shit made her wind so I ordered some Muscatel
A couple hookers and a bucket of that Rose
We're up in your bitch, niggas grilling like your chipotle
Twenty bottles orders, cranberry and some OJ
Throw that money in the air, watch it fall like it snow flake
I smell like Kush and Doushey
I'm on that gin