Jim Jones, Ron Browz , Juelz Santana - Pop Champagne lyrics
[Jim Jones, Ron Browz , Juelz Santana - Pop Champagne lyrics]
Ether boy! Hey!
How we ball in the club I know you hate it
Mommy dancin on the floor all like she naked
When she lay down with you I know she fake it
All the girls give it to me
I ain't gotta take it oHHHH! Pop champagne!
OHHHH! Pop champagne!
OHHHH! We pop champagne!
OHHHH! We pop champagne!
We need more bottles tell ma hurry up
Tell 'em Ron Browz here hottest in America
Gimme sixteen bars and you know I tear it up
Know it's me when you see
This fur in your area
And she call me all night cause
You can get it up on my neck on my wrist
Everything is litted up
Drinkin bottles of that Clicquot 'till
I spit it up
Only get one life so you gotta live it up
(HEY) If you in the things I'm in
Shorty we can be friends
Shorty we can be friends
Right now, I wanna see you dance
See you dance
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
When I go to the dealer you know I cop that
(What's that?)
Brand new 'rarri and the roof drop back
(The 60)
Came through Harlem like the Rooftop back
(AIYYO) money in the bank man you
Know don't stop that
(Stop that stop that stop that)
(OHHH) Now we tryin to get up in the club
(OHHH) Try to tell me no cause
I'm rollin with the thugs
(We got money bitch) Until I flash
A couple of dollars (Yep)
Tell 'em we only want tables and
We buyin out the bottles
(OHHH) Y'all know the order
Tell 'em ten Rose's and a few cold waters
(Right)
Only Petron and a couple of lemons (Let's go)
Ten thousand dollars stuffed up in the denims
(What else)
We standin on couches, a couple of women
(Hey baby) we was ballin hard it was
Just the ninth inning (It's early)
He told shorty we could be friends (Yep)
And your friends could meet my friends
(What else) and we could do this on the
Weekend or on the weekday
We could do this on the freeway and
Get it in the freak way
SHIT! We could get in on three way (Oh)
Blackberry two way
Souped up cars on the thruway (Yep)
We superstars no Lupe
We could do this like a duet
But y'all be the singers on the mic
Wait let me dim the lights
This was in the car while I
Was stoppin at the light
How we ball in the club I know you hate it
Mommy dancin on the floor all like she naked
When she lay down with you I know she fake it
All the girls give it to me
I ain't gotta take it oHHHH! Pop champagne!
OHHHH! Pop champagne!
OHHHH! We pop champagne!
OHHHH! We pop champagne!
Baby I wanna see you work
(Go) See you dance (Go)
Without no shirt, without those pants
Pop champagne ain't a damn thing change
Spray it in the air make it champagne rain
Buckets of ice keep the champagne cool
Mommy got a body see that damn thing move
It's no sex in the champagne room
Says who? Baby I'll break all rules
Bring it here and I'll break off you
She see me in VIP and wanna break on through
When she with you, she lyin, but she fake it
When she with me, she like it
She never fake it
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
How we ball in the club I know you hate it
Mommy dancin on the floor all like she naked
When she lay down with you I know she fake it
All the girls give it to me
I ain't gotta take it oHHHH! Pop champagne!
OHHHH! Pop champagne!
OHHHH! We pop champagne!
OHHHH! We pop champagne!
How we ball in the club I know you hate it
Mommy dancin on the floor all like she naked
When she lay down with you I know she fake it
All the girls give it to me
I ain't gotta take it oHHHH! Pop champagne!
OHHHH! Pop champagne!
OHHHH! We pop champagne!
OHHHH! We pop champagne!
We need more bottles tell ma hurry up
Tell 'em Ron Browz here hottest in America
Gimme sixteen bars and you know I tear it up
Know it's me when you see
This fur in your area
And she call me all night cause
You can get it up on my neck on my wrist
Everything is litted up
Drinkin bottles of that Clicquot 'till
I spit it up
Only get one life so you gotta live it up
(HEY) If you in the things I'm in
Shorty we can be friends
Shorty we can be friends
Right now, I wanna see you dance
See you dance
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
When I go to the dealer you know I cop that
(What's that?)
Brand new 'rarri and the roof drop back
(The 60)
Came through Harlem like the Rooftop back
(AIYYO) money in the bank man you
Know don't stop that
(Stop that stop that stop that)
(OHHH) Now we tryin to get up in the club
(OHHH) Try to tell me no cause
I'm rollin with the thugs
(We got money bitch) Until I flash
A couple of dollars (Yep)
Tell 'em we only want tables and
We buyin out the bottles
(OHHH) Y'all know the order
Tell 'em ten Rose's and a few cold waters
(Right)
Only Petron and a couple of lemons (Let's go)
Ten thousand dollars stuffed up in the denims
(What else)
We standin on couches, a couple of women
(Hey baby) we was ballin hard it was
Just the ninth inning (It's early)
He told shorty we could be friends (Yep)
And your friends could meet my friends
(What else) and we could do this on the
Weekend or on the weekday
We could do this on the freeway and
Get it in the freak way
SHIT! We could get in on three way (Oh)
Blackberry two way
Souped up cars on the thruway (Yep)
We superstars no Lupe
We could do this like a duet
But y'all be the singers on the mic
Wait let me dim the lights
This was in the car while I
Was stoppin at the light
How we ball in the club I know you hate it
Mommy dancin on the floor all like she naked
When she lay down with you I know she fake it
All the girls give it to me
I ain't gotta take it oHHHH! Pop champagne!
OHHHH! Pop champagne!
OHHHH! We pop champagne!
OHHHH! We pop champagne!
Baby I wanna see you work
(Go) See you dance (Go)
Without no shirt, without those pants
Pop champagne ain't a damn thing change
Spray it in the air make it champagne rain
Buckets of ice keep the champagne cool
Mommy got a body see that damn thing move
It's no sex in the champagne room
Says who? Baby I'll break all rules
Bring it here and I'll break off you
She see me in VIP and wanna break on through
When she with you, she lyin, but she fake it
When she with me, she like it
She never fake it
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
How we ball in the club I know you hate it
Mommy dancin on the floor all like she naked
When she lay down with you I know she fake it
All the girls give it to me
I ain't gotta take it oHHHH! Pop champagne!
OHHHH! Pop champagne!
OHHHH! We pop champagne!
OHHHH! We pop champagne!