Pop Bottles(Main) feat. Lil Wayne

歌詞

Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah) Flirt with the hood rats then pop models (uh-huh) Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah) Flirt with the hood rats then pop models Okay we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game Look like I got on a championship ring 'Cause I ball hard, no bitch, we ball harder I am the Birdman, and I'm the J.R.-ah Okay, start with straight shots and then pop bottles Pour it on the models, shut up bitch, swallow If you can't swallow, shut up bitch, gargle Straight up out that water with my Marc Jacobs goggles I'm fresher than a muh'fucker, yep I'm a muh'fucker No I wouldn't take your girl but I'll sure take her tongue from her Can't you tell I'm in love woman, like no other woman? Oh I'm sorry sweetheart, I thought you were my other woman My bad! Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah) Flirt with the hood rats then pop models (uh-huh) Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah) Flirt with the hood rats then pop models Okay we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game Look like I got on a championship ring Cause I ball hard, no bitch we ball harder I am the Birdman, and I'm the J.R.-ah Now as I recline behind my desk I ain't got a lot of Nikes but I got a lot of checks (money) Got my own shoe, brand new on the set Went from sittin' in a cell, to sittin' on a jet From shittin' in a cell, to shittin' on a jet I lost too many friends, but I won too many bets I made too much money, I ain't make enough yet So I scratch, and yes, Junior is the best So many niggas from my hood on they back So many niggas from your hood on they back That's why we so paid and it be like that I'd rather pop a bottle, before I pop a gat Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah) Flirt with the hood rats then pop models (well uh-huh) Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah) Flirt with the hood rats then pop models Okay we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game Look like I got on a championship ring 'Cause I ball hard, no bitch, we ball harder I am the Birdman, and I'm the J.R.-ah Yeah, only sipping red champagne White tee, red hat, red bandanna Uptown, choppers for companions Fuckin' with the Birdman, we choppin' your companion Fuckin' with my son and we run up in your mansion Chopper make music, bitch start dancin' Stunna man back so you know the circumstances And I'm cookin' up the "Carter III", no advances All my cars automative, automatic No lie, we don't even drive no Aston Uptown, we packin' and we stackin' Young Money, Cash Money, we the champions Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah) Flirt with the hood rats then pop models (uh-huh) Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah) Flirt with the hood rats then pop models Okay we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game Look like I got on a championship ring 'Cause I ball hard, no bitch, we ball harder I am the Birdman, and I'm the J.R.-ah Ya dig?!