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Poppin Bottles Lyrics - Singles - Styles P

My section in the club, Remy, Rose 

When your maw ready say go, okay 

Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go "bow!" 

Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go "bow!" 

 

See him standing on the furniture doing his thing 

Tell the club owner, fuck yo' crouch, Rick James, nigga 

Pop a bottle, make that thing go "bow!" 

Let her drink it 'til she drown, got a girl goin' wild, pop a bottle 

 

Bring the 1738 Champagne, the boss switch 

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 gash 

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 ho who know me, all I do is smash and ride 

 

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Buckets of bubbly, shake it up and let it splash in her eyes 

Ain't no subtraction, only cash to divide, we gettin' money 

Bank roll super-sized, whether rain, sleet, sunny 

Let the good times roll and the bottle keep coming 

 

My section in the club, Remy, Rose 

When your maw ready say go, okay 

Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go "bow!" 

Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go "bow!" 

 

See him standing on the furniture doing his thing 

Tell the club owner, fuck yo' crouch, Rick James, nigga 

Pop a bottle, make that thing go "bow!" 

Let her drink it 'til she drown, got a girl goin' wild, pop a bottle 

 

Yeah, okay, bring that shit to papa 

I heard you talk 'bout other niggas, them other niggas no matter 

The tag team back, bitch, boom shakalaka 

Me and Weezy run this shit so bring me one soda and vodka 

 

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And a Fiji for my nigga 'cause the police probably watching 

Man, probation is a bitch, but goin' back is not an option 

We be sonnin' all these niggas, put they ass up for adoption 

Man, we start with straight shots, then get the bottle poppin' 

 

We be working all night, telethon shit 

Roll a super skinny one, Chanel Iman shit 

Ooh, that's that fire, that's that "have you calm" shit 

You with a lot of dudes, that's that Elton John shit 

 

Ahh, to each his own, I like a fruit that's grown 

I like a bad bitch from a decent home 

Me and Tip, it's that pimpin' that we preachin' on 

And everybody tryin' to listen, nigga, speakerphone 

 

My section in the club, Remy, Rose 

When your maw ready say go, okay 

Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go "bow!" 

Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go "bow!" 

 

See him standing on the furniture doing his thing 

Tell the club owner, fuck yo' crouch, Rick James, nigga 

Pop a bottle, make that thing go "bow!" 

Let her drink it 'til she drown, got a girl goin' wild, pop a bottle 

 

I know the sucker wish the judge woulda 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, "Ahh, boo" 

Bought every bottle at the bar, shawty, you know how I do 

I take 'em all across your noggin', I ain't finna argue 

 

I'm still big shit poppin', nothin' changed but my clothes 

Triple digits in my pocket, rubber band bank roll 

Tell a 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 'tween us when I walk into the door? 

Got twenty-thousand worth of ones, start letting that money go 

Let it fly, throw some twenty when my one running low 

Fifty stack, I'mma show you how to ball, triple that 

 

My section in the club, Remy, Rose 

When your maw ready say go, okay 

Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go "bow!" 

Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go "bow!" 

 

See him standing on the furniture doing his thing 

Tell the club owner, fuck yo' crouch, Rick James, nigga 

Pop a bottle, make that thing go "bow!" 

Let her drink it 'til she drown, got a girl goin' wild, pop a bottle 

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