Birdman - Pop Bottles - Main lyrics

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 JR 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
Fresher than a mother fucker
Yep I'm a mother fucker
No I won'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
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 JR ah
As I recline behind my desk
I ain't got a lot of Nikes but
I got a lot of checks
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
But I ain't make enough yet
So I scratched and, yes, Jr 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
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 JR ah
Yeah only sipping red champagne
White tee red hat red bandanna
Uptown, choppers for companions
Fuckin' with the Birdman then we
Fuck up 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 3, no advances
All my cars automated, automatic
No lie we don't even drive no Astons
Uptown we packin' and we stackin'
Young Money, Cash Money we the champions