Birdman ft. Lil Wayne - Pop Bottles lyrics
Lyrics for Birdman ft. Lil Wayne - Pop Bottles
Intro
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (ya) (brr)
Flirt with the hood rats then pop models uh- huh (believe that)
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (ya)
Flirt with the hood rats and then pop models
Okay we poppin’ champagne like we won a championship game
Look like I got on a championship rang
Cuz I ball hard , no bitch we ball harder
I am the Birdman, and I’m the JR
LIL WAYNE
Okay start with straight shots and then pop bottles
Poor it on the models, shut up bitch swallow
If you cant swallow, shut up bitch gargle
Straight up out the water with my mark Jacob’s goggles
I’m fresher than a muthf**ker, yea I’m a muthf**ker
No I wouldn’t take ya girl but I should take her tounge from her
Could you take all love woman, like no other woman
I’m sorry sweetheart, I thought you were my other woman
Chorus
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (ya)
Flirt with the hood rats then pop models uh- huh
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (ya)
Flirt with the hood rats and then pop models
Okay we poppin’ champagne like we won a championship game
Look like I got on a championship rang
Cuz I ball hard , no bitch we ball harder
I am the Birdman, and I’m the JR
Birdman
Now as I recline behind my desk
I aint 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’ on a cell to shittin’ on a jet
I lost too many friends but I won too many bets (too many bets)
I made too much money I aint make enough yet
So I scratch, and yes Junior is the best (Shawty)
So many nigga’s from my hood on they back
So many nigga’s from ya hood on they back
That’s why we so paid and it be like that
I rather pop a bottle ,before I pop a gett
Chorus
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (ya)
Flirt with the hood rats then pop models uh- huh
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (ya)
Flirt with the hood rats and then pop models
Okay we poppin’ champagne like we won a championship game
Look like I got on a championship rang
Cuz I ball hard , no bitch we ball harder
I am the Birdman, and I’m the JR
BIRDMAN
Yea, only sippin’ red champagne
White-tee, red hat, red bandana
Uptown, chopper f**ks the pain
F**king with the Birdman we choppin’ yo propane
F**king with my son and we run up in ya mansion
Chopper make music, bitch start dancin’
Stunt a man back so you know the circumstances
And I’m cookin’ up the Carter 3 no advances (youngin’)
All my cars automative automatic
No lie, we don’t even drive no askin’
Uptown we packin’ and we stackin’ (believe that)
Young Money Cash Money we the champion
Chorus
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (ya) // Y’all ready now what this is? Stunnaman
Flirt with the hood rats then pop models uh- huh // Junior (what up Young) we bounce back like that
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (ya)// We beat mils with the mils baby
Flirt with the hood rats and then pop models // The last model is MOB baby, My honey
Okay we poppin’ champagne like we won a championship game
Look like I got on a championship rang
Cuz I ball hard , no bitch we ball harder
I am the Birdman, and I’m the JR
