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Go, poppin' bottles in the club
F*ckin' models, doin' drugs
I can't do this anymore

Poppin' bottles in the club
F*ckin' models, doin' drugs (oh-oh-oh-oh)
And I can't do this anymore (oh-oh-oh-oh)
I feel like an animal (oh-oh-oh-oh)
Whoa

Damn, let me take my time
Was this really meant for me?
Pretendin' this my last drink
I know you won't believe
That ain't for me, turn it for me
Throw that ass in a circle
Make me feel like you can tell me
What the future has
Tried hold me back
Why'd you show me this?
You know I got problems when daylight
Brinks, run from my mistakes
Why'd you make me this?
You know I'm gone

Poppin' bottles in the club
F*ckin' models, doin' drugs
I can't do this anymore
Poppin' bottles in the club
F*ckin' models, doin' drugs (oh-oh-oh-oh)
And I can't do this anymore (oh-oh-oh-oh)
I feel like an animal (oh-oh-oh-oh)
Whoa

Poppin' these models (poppin'), exotic models (yeah)
Poppin' these pills (yeah-yeah-yeah), poppin' these bottles (bottles)
Looked down at your watch (whoa), it's been a good year
Old school Monte Carlo, f*ck what they thought (skrrt), we goin' up
Keep this shit real, I sound like a dog (f*ck), we goin' up (let's go)
Long life to be my content, we goin' up
Take that Prada like it's nonsense, we goin' up
F*ck on a model until the sunset, whippin' it up
Buy the bitch every Chanel that came in, I'm keepin' it up

Poppin' bottles in the club
F*ckin' models, doin' drugs
I can't do this anymore
Poppin' bottles in the club
F*ckin' models, doin' drugs (oh-oh-oh-oh)
And I can't do this anymore (oh-oh-oh-oh)
I feel like an animal (oh-oh-oh-oh)
Whoa

I'm livin' fast (yeah)
I made too much, you said to give it back (oh)
But I gave you the keys for a reason
And I'm lost without you, please don't leave me
This shit means so much to me that I won't give up (yeah)
My bag, I'm always in it, tryna run it up
I got enough for us, so we can roll it up
I wanna keep you 'round, don't wanna f*ck it up
Don't wanna f*ck it up

Poppin' bottles in the club
F*ckin' models, doin' drugs
I can't do this anymore
I feel like an animal
F*ckin' models, doin' drugs (oh-oh-oh-oh)
And I can't do this anymore (oh-oh-oh-oh)
I feel like an animal (oh-oh-oh-oh)
Whoa
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Go, poppin' bottles in the club
F*ckin' models, doin' drugs
I can't do this anymore

Poppin' bottles in the club
F*ckin' models, doin' drugs (oh-oh-oh-oh)
And I can't do this anymore (oh-oh-oh-oh)
I feel like an animal (oh-oh-oh-oh)
Whoa

Damn, let me take my time
Was this really meant for me?
Pretendin' this my last drink
I know you won't believe
That ain't for me, turn it for me
Throw that ass in a circle
Make me feel like you can tell me
What the future has
Tried hold me back
Why'd you show me this?
You know I got problems when daylight
Brinks, run from my mistakes
Why'd you make me this?
You know I'm gone

Poppin' bottles in the club
F*ckin' models, doin' drugs
I can't do this anymore
Poppin' bottles in the club
F*ckin' models, doin' drugs (oh-oh-oh-oh)
And I can't do this anymore (oh-oh-oh-oh)
I feel like an animal (oh-oh-oh-oh)
Whoa

Poppin' these models (poppin'), exotic models (yeah)
Poppin' these pills (yeah-yeah-yeah), poppin' these bottles (bottles)
Looked down at your watch (whoa), it's been a good year
Old school Monte Carlo, f*ck what they thought (skrrt), we goin' up
Keep this shit real, I sound like a dog (f*ck), we goin' up (let's go)
Long life to be my content, we goin' up
Take that Prada like it's nonsense, we goin' up
F*ck on a model until the sunset, whippin' it up
Buy the bitch every Chanel that came in, I'm keepin' it up

Poppin' bottles in the club
F*ckin' models, doin' drugs
I can't do this anymore
Poppin' bottles in the club
F*ckin' models, doin' drugs (oh-oh-oh-oh)
And I can't do this anymore (oh-oh-oh-oh)
I feel like an animal (oh-oh-oh-oh)
Whoa

I'm livin' fast (yeah)
I made too much, you said to give it back (oh)
But I gave you the keys for a reason
And I'm lost without you, please don't leave me
This shit means so much to me that I won't give up (yeah)
My bag, I'm always in it, tryna run it up
I got enough for us, so we can roll it up
I wanna keep you 'round, don't wanna f*ck it up
Don't wanna f*ck it up

Poppin' bottles in the club
F*ckin' models, doin' drugs
I can't do this anymore
I feel like an animal
F*ckin' models, doin' drugs (oh-oh-oh-oh)
And I can't do this anymore (oh-oh-oh-oh)
I feel like an animal (oh-oh-oh-oh)
Whoa
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Writer: Aleicia Nicole Gibson, Chris Brown, Donny Flores, Frederic Brewer, James Robert Douglas, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Juan Guerrieri-Maril, Patrizio Pigliapoco
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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