Pop Bottles

Birdman · Other Songs - Birdman

Chorus:

Chomp with straight shots and then pop bottles

Flirt with the hoodrats then pop models x2

O.K. we poppin' champange like we won a championship game

Look like I got on a championship ring

Cause I ball hard

Notice we ball harder

I am the Birdman

And I am the J-R-Ra



Verse:

O.K.

Start with straight shots and then pop bottles

Pour it on the models...Shut up bitch swallow

If ya can't swallow...Shut up bitch gargle

Straight up out that water with my Mark Jacobs Goggles

I'm fresher then a Muh Fucker...Yeah I'm a Muh Fucker

No I won't take your girl

But I shall take her tongue from her

Could you tell I'm in love woman

Like no other woman

Oh I'm sorry sweetheart

I thought you were my other woman



Chorus:

Chomp with straight shots and then pop bottles

Flirt with the hoodrats then pop models x2

O.K. we poppin' champange like we won a championship game

Look like I got on a championship ring

Cause I ball hard

No bitch we ball harder

I am the Birdman

And I am J-R-Ra



Verse:

Now as I recline behind my desk

I ain't got a lot of Nikes...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' in a cell

To shittin' on a jet

I lost too many friends

But I won too many bets

I made too much money

I ain't make enough yet

So I scratch and yes...Jr. is the best

So many n***** from my hood on they back

So many n***** from your hood on they back

Thats why we so paid and it be like that

I'd rather pop a bottle before I pop a gat yeah



Chorus:

Chomp with straight shots and then pop bottles

Flirt with the hoodrats then pop models x2

O.K. we poppin' champange like we won a championship game

Look like I got on a championship ring

Cause I ball hard

No bitch we ball harder

I am the Birdman

And I am J-R-Ra



Hook:

Yeah

Only sippin' red champange

White Tee, Red Hat, Red Bandana

Uptown choppers for companion

Fuckin' with the Birdman choppin' your companion

Fuckin' with my son we run up in your mansion

Chopper make music...Bitch start dancin'

Stunna man back so you know the circumstances

And I'm cookin' up the Carter 3 no advances

All my cars automative automatic

No lie...We don't even drive no askin'

Uptown we packin' and we stackin'

Young money Cash money we the champions



Chorus:

Chomp with straight shots and then pop bottles

Flirt with the hoodrats then pop models x2

O.K. we poppin' champange like we won a championship game

Look like I got on a championship ring

Cause I ball hard

No bitch we ball harder

I am the Birdman

And I am J-R-Ra

Geedi!!