Birdman, Lil Wayne - Pop Bottles lyrics

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 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
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 JR 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 JR 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 I I I"
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 JR ah

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