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Drake - Poppin Bottles Lyrics



Drake - Poppin Bottles Lyrics




[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, f*ck 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...
+
[T.I.]
+
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
+
f*ck 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
+
[Chorus]
+
[Drake]
+
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
+
[Chorus]
+
[T.I.]
+
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
+
[Chorus]
+
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[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, f*ck 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...
+
[T.I.]
+
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
+
f*ck 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
+
[Chorus]
+
[Drake]
+
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
+
[Chorus]
+
[T.I.]
+
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
+
[Chorus]
+
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Alexander Izquierdo, Aubrey Graham, Clifford Harris, Nikhil Seetharam, Tyler Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management

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Performed by: Drake
From Album: Lord Knows
Written by: Alexander Izquierdo, Aubrey Graham, Clifford Harris, Nikhil Seetharam, Tyler Williams
Year: 2012
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