Clipse, Ab-Liva - Pop Champagne lyrics

Ether boy! Ugh
Okay, Pusha hey!

How we ball in the club, I know you hate it
(Clipse)
Mami dancing on the floor all like she naked
When she laid up with you, I know she fake it
('Til the Casket Drops)
All the girls give it to me
I ain't gotta take it oh oh! Pop champagne!
Oh oh! Pop champagne!
Oh oh! We pop champagne!
Oh oh! We pop champagne!

Eight niggas
Sixteen bottles and four couches
Champagne spilling like a
Never-ending fountain
Spent 'bout a dime at the bar
But who's counting? Holla if you looking for
Powder we got mountains
Yuugh! Throw a kilo like a free throw
Weight-watchers tugging at my sleeves
So I "Heave, ho"
Feds got a nigga Tivo'd
Where's the fish scale? They tryna find Nemo
The Gucci pants is Houndstooth (Yes)
The Coupe outside is soundproof (woo)
My Lanvin shades is clown-proof
So I don't see you niggas
Dressed in your clown suit's

I wanna see you dance, see you dance
(Come on)
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
(Come on)
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
(Re-Up Gang Records)
I wanna see you dance, see you dance (Liva)
How we

Live it up, glittered up, suns out, roof back
Gucci hater-blockers on rainy days
Live it up
Wrist-wear, did it up neckwear, lit it up
Overdid it
Platinum Patrón 'til we spit it up
Scarves and the belts with
The logos knitted up
Been fly delve in my photos, nigga, dig it up
Came from the school where you break bricks
Whip it up let it cool, , lift it up
Based on the hustlers that get
They paper chase on
Blueprints rose to the game get your trace on
Motels bagging work
Clerks write the plates wrong
Hotels looking so familiar like Trey Songz
As it start again, wool cardigan
Coupe with the roof up, fugitive harboring
To be honest, we been tarnished with this
Barnum and Bailey bullshit
But I'm back on my own recognizance
So confident
'Cause our groundswell push was so dominant
Obama-esque run, so we targeting
All the youth hoist a
Nigga 'cause we champion
But the path less traveled is the rockiest
And for every Kanye, there's a Consequence
And for every Jay-Z, there's a Common Sense
So I tightrope walk my pompousness, hey

How we ball in the club, I know you hate it
Mami dancing on the floor all like she naked
When she laid up with you, I know she fake it
All the girls give it to me
I ain't gotta take it oh oh! Pop champagne!
Oh oh! Pop champagne!
Oh oh! We pop champagne!
Oh oh! We pop champagne!

The wheels cost a fortune like the game show
Yellow diamonds leave them bitches Jane Doe
I don't speak as if
They were the plainclothes
Worse than the damn dogs
Sniffing out my bankroll
Play Cloths, latchkey, the running man
Run from nothing
I stand firm with gun in hand
To all my niggas who wrap
Funds with rubber band
Avoiding the A Team in undercover vans
Praying they never place it
In undercover hands
Roccoletti he get me out of jams
I'm out west, worry-free
I'm getting out of Lams
The talk at home is getting out of hand
Man, they wanna hand me over
I guess that way
They get to keep what they owe you
But it's not a cell to hold us
As long as the rock's in the
Pan like the gold rush

I wanna see you dance, see you dance (Clipse)
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
(I guess it's safe to say '09 is ours, man)
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
('Til the Casket Drops)
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
(Come on)

How we ball in the club, I know you hate it
Mami dancing on the floor all like she naked
When she laid up with you, I know she fake it
All the girls give it to me
I ain't gotta take it oh oh! Pop champagne!
Oh oh! Pop champagne!
Oh oh! We pop champagne!
Oh oh! We pop champagne!