Pop Bottles (feat. Lil Wayne)

Kay 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 J.R-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 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 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