Birdman & Lil Wayne poppin bottles Lyrics

[Intro: Birdman (Lil' Wayne)]
{Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) brrr
{Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} (uh-huh) believe that
{Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya)
{Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models}
Okay we poppin champagne like we won a championship game
(Look like I got on a championship ring)
Cuz I ball hard (no b____ we ball harder)
I am the Birdman (and Im the J.R.)

[Verse: Lil' Wayne]
Okay start straight shots and then pop bottles
Pour it on the models, shut up b____ swallow
If you cant swallow, shut up b____ gargle
Straight up out the water wit my Mark Jacob's goggles
Im fresher than a muf**ka, yup Im a muf**ka
No I wouldn't take ya girl but I shall take her tongue from her
Cant you tell I love woman, like no other woman
Oh Im sorry sweetheart, I thought you were my other woman

[Hook: Birdman (Lil' Wayne)]
{Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) brrr
{Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} (uh-huh) believe that
{Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya)
{Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models}
Okay we poppin champagne like we won a championship game
(Look like I got on a championship ring)
Cuz I ball hard (no b____ we ball harder)
I am the Birdman (and Im the J.R.)

[Verse: Birdman]
Now as I recline behind my desk
I aint got a lot of nikes but I got a lot of checks (money)
Got my own shoe brand new on the set
Went from sittin in a cell to sittin on a jet
From s___tin in a cell to s___tin on a jet
I lost too many friends but I won too many bets (too many bets)

I made too much money I aint made enough yet
So I scratch, and yes Junior is the best (shawty)
So many n____z from my hood on they back
So many n____z from ya hood on they back
Thats why we so paid and it be like that
I rather pop a bottle, befo I pop a gat

[Verse: Birdman]
Yea, only sippin red champagne
White-tee red hat red bandana
Uptown, choppers struck upon ya
F**kin wit the Birdman we f**kin yo companion
F**kin wit my son and we run up in ya mansion
Chopper make music, b____ start dancin
Stunna man back so you know the circumstances
And Im cookin up the Carter 3 no advances (youngin)
All my cars automative automatic
No lie, we dont even drive no askin
Uptown we packin and we stackin (believe that)
Young Money Cash Money we the champion