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Poppin’ Bottles



[Chorus – T.I.]

My section in the club, Remy, Rose

when you’re all ready say go, okay

everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop

everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop

you see him standing on the furniture doing his thing

tell the club owner, fuck yo’ crouch, Rick James nigga

pop a bottle, make that thing go blow

let her drink it till she drown

? girl gon’ wild, pop a bottle

bow, bow, bow…



Bring the 1738 Champagne the boss

watch ya gettin’ money make it rain buy a bottle

pop a cork, dork

if I may retort

I ball just as hard tomorrow as the day before

I pop bottles but I don’t pour

save the glass for guys, we ballin’ on a budget

fuck it, let your glasses rise

I’m straight to the head with mine, why you acting surprised

ask any hoe who know me, all I do is smash and ride

buckets of bubbly, shake it up and let it splash in the eyes

no subtraction, only cash to divide

we gettin’ money, bank roll, supersized

whether rain, sleet, sunny

let the good times roll and the bottles keep coming





Yeah, okay, bring that shit to poppa

I heard you talk bout other niggas

them other nigga no matter

the tag team back bitch, boom shakalaka

me and Weezy run this bitch so bring me one soda and vodka

and a fuji for my nigga cause the police probably watching

man, probation is a bitch but going back is not an option

we be sunning all these niggas, put there ass up for adoption

and we start with straight shots, that get the bottle poppin’

we be working all night, telethon shit

roll a super skinny once you ?

oooh, thats that fire, that have you calm shit

you with a lot of dudes, that’s that Elton John shit

ahhh, to each his own, I like a fruit thats grown

I like a bad bitch from a decent home

me and Tip, thats that pimpin’ that we preachin’ on

and everybody tryna listen nigga, speakerphone





I know the sucker wish the judge threw the book at me

cause I show up to the club, super cool, look at me

everything brand new, you get money like who?

spent 150 on my car and my Audemar too

when I walk up in the spot, aint nobody saw you

they see me like “there he go”

look at you like ” ahh who?”

bought every bottle at the bar

shortie you know how I do

I take em all across your, I aint finna argue

still big shit poppin, nothing changed but my clothes

triple digits in my pocket, rubber band bank roll

tell the bitch I take you places where your man can’t go

can’t be, he aint doing shit, if he aint me

cant you see the difference between us when I walkin to the door

your twenty thousand worth of ones, start letting money go

let it fly, throw some twenty when my one running low

fifty stack, I’mma show you how to ball, triple that





Poppin’ Bottles

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