Pop Bottles Lyrics - 5 * Stunna - Birdman

{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 bitch we ball harder) 

I am the Birdman (and Im the J.R.) 

Okay start with straight shots and then pop bottles 

Pour it on the models, shut up bitch swallow 

If you cant swallow, shut up bitch gargle 

Straight up out the water wit my Mark Jacob's goggles 

Im fresher than a mufucka, yea Im a mufucka 

No I wouldn't take ya girl but I should take her thong from her 

Could you tell I love woman, like no other woman 

Im sorry sweetheart, I thought you were my other woman 

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{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 bitch we ball harder) 

I am the Birdman (and Im the J.R.) 

Now as I recline behind my desk 

I aint got a lot of knifes 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 shittin on a cell to shittin 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 nggaz from my hood on they back 

So many niggaz 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 

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Yea, only sippin red champagne 

White-tee red hat red bandana 

Uptown, chopper fucks the pain 

Fuckin wit the Birdman we choppin yo propane 

Fuckin wit my son man we run up in ya mansion 

Chopper make music, bitch start dancin 

Stunna man back so you know the cirumstances 

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