Bottled up, yeah, yeah
Bottled up, yeah
Feeling like Bee & Jay, we're drunk in love, yeah
I put 50 on your wrist, that don't mean shit
When you tell me that you're mine, I know you mean it
D'Ussé, put it on the rocks
Little baby, on that French Vanilla Ciroc (ooh, yeah)
We could be anywhere in the world right now
But you're here with me, girl (oh, woah)














