♥ Birdman ft Lil Wayne ♥ ♫ Pop Bottles ♫ Lyrics

Intro
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles, (ya) (brr)
Flirt with the hood rats then pop models uh- huh, (believe that)
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles, (ya)
Flirt with the hood rats and then pop models,
Okay we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game,
Look like I got on a championship range,
Cuz I ball hard , no b____ we ball harda,
I am the Birdman, and I'm the jr.

LIL WAYNE
Okay start with straight shots and then pop bottles,
Poor it on the models, shut up b____ swallow,
If you cant swallow, shut up b____ gargle,
Straight up out the water with my Marc Jacob goggles,
I'm fresher than a muthf**ka, yea I'm a muthf**ka,
No I wouldn't take ya girl but I sure take her tounge 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.
[My bad]

Chorus
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles, (ya)
Flirt with the hood rats then pop models, uh- huh
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles, (ya)
Flirt with the hood rats and then pop models,
Okay we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game,
Look like I got on a championship rang,
Cuz I ball hard , no b____ we ball harda,
I am the Birdman, and I'm the jr.

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' on 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 make enough yet

So I scratch, and yes Junior is the best (Shawty)
So many n____'s from my hood on they back
So many n____'s from ya hood on they back
That's why we so paid and it be like that
I rather pop a bottle, before I pop a gett

BIRDMAN
Yea, only sippin' red champagne
White-tee, red hat, red bandana
Uptown, chopper f**ks the pain
F**king with the Birdman we choppin' yo propane
F**king with my son and we run up in ya mansion
Chopper make music, b____ start dancin'
Stunt a man back so you know the circumstances
And I'm cookin' up the Carter 3 no advances (youngin')
All my cars automative automatic
No lie, we don't even drive no askin'
Uptown we packin' and we stackin' (believe that)
Young Money Cash Money we the champion

Chorus
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles, (ya) // Y'all ready now what this is? Stunnaman
Flirt with the hood rats then pop models, uh- huh // Junior (what up Young) we bounce back like that
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles, (ya)// We beat mils with the mils baby
Flirt with the hood rats and then pop models, // The last model is MOB baby, My honey
Okay we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game,
Look like I got on a championship rang,
Cuz I ball hard , no b____ we ball hards,
I am the Birdman, and I'm the gin poppa.