Pop Champagne (feat. Ron Browz & Juelz Santana)

Ether boy

Hey, how we ball in the club, I know you hate it

Mami dancin' on the floor like she naked

When she laid up with you, I know she fake it

All the girls give it to me, I ain't got to take it

Oh, pop champagne

Oh, pop champagne

Oh, we pop champagne

Oh, we pop champagne

We need more bottles tell ma, hurry up

Tell 'em Ron Brown's here, hottest in America

Give me sixteen bars and you know I'll tear it up

Know it's me when you see the spur in your area

And she call me all night cause you can't get it up

On my neck, on my wrists, everything is litted up

Drinkin' bottles of that Clicquot till I spit it up

Only gettin' one life so you got to live it up

If you in the things I'm in

Shawty we can be friends

Shawty we can be friends

But 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 Rolly and the roof drop back, the sixty

Came through Harlem like the roof top back, hey, yo

Money in the bank, man, you know I stop that

Stop that, stop that, stop that, ohh

Now we tryna get up in the club, ohh

Tryna tell me no 'cause you rollin' with the thugs

I got money, so I flash a couple of dollars, yeah

Tell 'em we only want tables and we buyin' out the bottles, ohh

But y'all know the order

Tell 'em ten Rosés and a few cold waters, right

Trolly 'tron and a couple of lemons, go

Ten thousand dollars stuffed up in my denims, what else

Standin' on couches, couple of women's, hey, baby

We was ballin' hard, it was just the ninth inning, it's early

I told shorty we could be friends, yeah

And your friends could meet my friends, what else

We could do this on a weekend, on a week day, oh

We could do this on the free way

Get it in the freak way

We could get it on three ways, oh

Blackberry two ways

Souped up cars on the through way, yeah

We superstars, no Lupe

We could do this like a duet

Y'all be the singers, I'm the mic

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 I like she naked

When she laid up with you, I know she fake it

All the girls give it to me, I ain't got to take it

Oh, pop champagne

Oh, pop champagne

Oh, we pop champagne

Hey, Santana

Oh, we pop champagne

Baby, I wanna see you work, see you dance

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

Mami got a body see that damn thing move

But it's no sex in the champagne room

Says who? Baby, I break all rules

Bring it here and I'll break off you

She see me in VIP, and when I break on through

When she with you she lyin', you bet 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 I like she naked

When she laid up with you, I know she fake it

All the girls give it to me, I ain't got to take it

Oh, pop champagne

Oh, pop champagne

Oh, we pop champagne

Oh, we pop champagne