conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Bottles and Rocking J’s with the following description: This club banger is on The Game’s latest album titled R.E.D.  This track boasts an instrumental produced by Lex Luger and features a heavy roster of all the usual suspects to spit over a mediocre Lex Luger-beat, by adding DJ Khaled, Rick Ross, veteran Busta Rhymes, Fabolous, and Lil Wayne.
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: DJ Khaled]
  Ayo Game, what they do boy
  It's DJ Khaled, I got my black and red Jordan Retro 6's on
  I'm all about gettin' money
  I love glorifyin' my hard work, poppin' bottles
  Shit, them hoes love it too, 
  this DJ Khaled, We The Best
  Ayo Game, Red Nation
  [Chorus: The Game & 
  Rick Ross
  ]
  All I know is bottles and rockin' J's (
  Woo
  )
  Bottles and rockin' J's (
  Woo
  )
  Bottles and rockin' J's (
  Woo
  )
  Bottles and rockin' J's
  Bitches and getting money
  Bitches and getting money
  Bitches and getting money
  Bitches and getting money
  All I know is bottles and rockin' J's (
  Woo
  )
  Bottles and rockin' J's (
  Woo
  )
  Bottles and rockin' J's (
  Woo
  )
  Bottles and rockin' J's
  Bitches and getting money
  Bitches and getting money
  Bitches and getting money
  Bitches and getting money [Interlude: Busta Rhymes]
  Ayo Game, I wanna talk right now
  I-I wanna let niggas know what I know
  [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
  All I know is how to smash on everybody record and do what I do
  And make somebody have to go and get a hearse
  Yo, Game I don’t really give a fuck if it's your record
  And you my brother, my nigga, look I gotta rhyme first
  See the way I coming, how I do the game, church
  Ask somebody, you gotta know you gotta need a nurse
  Let me bang 'em with another killa, then we put a couple bottles on the chiller
  Kill 'em with another verse
  Everybody see the way I be going and going
  How I do it
  Niggas don't even be knowing, but then again
  Yes they do be knowing how I be banging
  In every shit that I give you
  All the heat I be packin'
  And I show it off
  With all this money you know where I'm heading
  And I'm gonna get the Jordan's the patent leather 11's
  They really banging all the way down to the bed
  And I get a couple pair with all this money I be getting
  And I kill 'em with the bop, you see the way a nigga steppin'
  And we pop bottles and we rock J's, see me reppin'
  Let me show you way I do it before I hit you with the weapon
  Don’t be spillin' liquor all over my shit, give me a second
  Anyway, see we gotta get it up, prolly fill a model up
  Let me rev a bottle up
  Let me see everybody put your liquor bottles up, let's go
  M-M-M-M-Maybach Music [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
  Bitches, I'm gettin' money (Woo), bottles and rockin' chains (Huh)
  Money like I'm LeBron, my whip collection insane
  Suicidal thoughts (Huh), highway to heaven riding like a boss
  Condominium in the clouds, sixty G's a month (Aha-ha-ha)
  Fifty floors, marble walls, 
  pictures of Boston George
  Bitches snortin' blow, fuckin' fast and cookin' dope (Woo)
  Sanctify, Bally shoes, Audemars, Franck Muller that Chopard
  My new bitches must menage, I'm a G
  [Chorus: The Game & 
  Rick Ross
  ]
  All I know is bottles and rockin' J's (
  Woo
  )
  Bottles and rockin' J's (
  Woo
  )
  Bottles and rockin' J's (
  Woo
  )
  Bottles and rockin' J's
  Bitches and getting money
  Bitches and getting money
  Bitches and getting money
  Bitches and getting money
  All I know is bottles and rockin' J's (
  Woo
  )
  Bottles and rockin' J's (
  Woo
  )
  Bottles and rockin' J's (
  Woo
  )
  Bottles and rockin' J's
  Bitches and getting money
  Bitches and getting money
  Bitches and getting money
  Bitches and getting money [Verse 3: The Game]
  Bottles and rockin' J's
  Smokin' and sippin' Spades
  Pistol tucked in my Louie
  Heated up like I'm Wade
  Nigga don't do LeBron's, Kobe up on the weekend
  Jordan's Monday through Friday especially when I'm freakin'
  Them cool grey's, that's Monday
  Them Space Jams, that's Tuesday
  Them Spike Lee's on Wednesday
  Twenty-three in my Benz, eh
  You know I love them sixes especially on my bitches
  Thirteens and them spandex on Thursday, it's your birthday
  And Friday I ain't lying, King of Diamonds, I'm in heaven
  Redbone pussy poppin' on my black and red elevens
  Patent leather when I step in
  You know what I'm reppin'
  It’s S - double-O - W - double-O
  Black number fours I ain't get it from the store, Bus' know
  [Chorus: The Game & 
  Rick Ross
  ]
  All I know is bottles and rockin' J's (
  Woo
  )
  Bottles and rockin' J's (
  Woo
  )
  Bottles and rockin' J's (
  Woo
  )
  Bottles and rockin' J's
  Bitches and getting money
  Bitches and getting money
  Bitches and getting money
  Bitches and getting money
  All I know is bottles and rockin' J's (
  Woo
  )
  Bottles and rockin' J's (
  Woo
  )
  Bottles and rockin' J's (
  Woo
  )
  Bottles and rockin' J's
  Bitches and getting money
  Bitches and getting money
  Bitches and getting money
  Bitches and getting money
  [Verse 4: Fabolous]
  I put footprints in them couches
  I put so much in my two step
  Put on fo' my city, I ain't got no choice but to rep
  I put straight shots in they hand
  Make pretty girls, do the ugly face
  And they just put my song on
  Move back I need dougie space like, ayy, ayy
  Then it's right back to my muggin' face
  Nigga said put the weed out
  BBM, you buggin' face
  We walked in one some'n, bottles pop like we won some'n
  Raise a glass for erry'body that's done something from nothin'
  No grind, no shine, dress code, we pay no mind
  Cargo's and J's on, they let Sun in, no blinds
  All I drink is my shit
  Stop playin', YouTube
  But tonight we on that Red Berry and Cranberry
  , Soo Woo
  [Verse 5: Lil Wayne]
  And I'm smokin' on that purp
  Sippin' on that purp
  I came in this bitch with some niggas that will murk
  And we ain't 'bout all that talkin', you a dead man walking
  Stomp a nigga ass out, in these number 4 Jordans
  Got a scope on the barrel that's a hammer with a camera
  Hollow tips nigga, tip a nigga like a dancer
  I don't know nothing but bitches and gettin' money
  Blood gang, kill a nigga in public
  Young Tunechi
  Shoot a nigga ass up then it's Deuces
  Headshots that fucking vest is so useless
  Yeah, yo chuck, fuck these niggas
  You know who, P-I-RU, killer bees nigga
  WHOOO, 
  Young Moula baby
  [Chorus: The Game & 
  Rick Ross
  ]
  All I know is bottles and rockin' J's (
  Woo
  )
  Bottles and rockin' J's (
  Woo
  )
  Bottles and rockin' J's (
  Woo
  )
  Bottles and rockin' J's
  Bitches and getting money
  Bitches and getting money
  Bitches and getting money
  Bitches and getting money
  All I know is bottles and rockin' J's (
  Woo
  )
  Bottles and rockin' J's (
  Woo
  )
  Bottles and rockin' J's (
  Woo
  )
  Bottles and rockin' J's
  Bitches and getting money
  Bitches and getting money
  Bitches and getting money
  Bitches and getting money