Ca sĩ: T.I ft. Drake Album: No Mercy (Target Exclusive)

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"Poppin Bottles"
(feat. Drake)

[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, fuck yo' couch, Rick James nigga
Pop a bottle, make that thing go bow
Let her drink it till she drown
Let a girl go wild, pop a bottle
Bow, bow, bow...

[T.I.]
Br ing the 1738 Champagne the boss
Watch you 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
Fuck 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
Ain't 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 shit so bring me one soda and vodka
And a Fiji 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 one chanel iman shit
Oh, that's that fire, that have you calm shit
You with a lot of dudes, that's that Elton John shit
Ah, to each his own, I like a freak that's grown
I like a bad bitch from a decent home
Me and Tip, that's that pimpin' that we preachin' on
And everybody tryna listen nigga, speakerphone

[Cho rus]

[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, ain't nobody saw you
They see me like "There he go"
Look at you like "Ah, who?"
Bought every bottle at the bar
Shortie you know how I do
I take em all across your, I ain't 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 ain't doing shit, if he ain't me
Can't you see the difference between us when I walking 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]