Poppin Bottles

[Chorus: T.I.] My section in the club, gimme Rosé 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, bitch nigga Pop a bottle, make that thing go bloaw Let her drink it till she drown Atta girl gon’ wild, pop a bottle, bow! [Post-Chorus: T.I.] Bow, bow, just pop a bottle Bow, bow, a-a bottle, a bottle Bow, bow, hey, hey, hey, and a bottle go, go (Bow!) Everybody, make that bottle go (Bow!) [Verse 1: T.I.] Bring the 1738 Champagne the boss Watch you getting 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 who balling 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 Buckets of bubbly, shake it up and let it splash in the eyes Ain't no subtraction, only cash to divide We getting money, bank roll, super-sized Whether rain, sleet, sunny Let the good times roll and the bottles keep coming [Chorus: T.I.] My section in the club, gimme Rosé 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 bloaw Let her drink it till she drown Atta girl gon’ wild, pop a bottle, bow! [Post-Chorus: T.I.] Bow, bow, just pop a bottle Bow, bow, a-a bottle, a bottle Bow, bow, hey, hey, hey, and a bottle go, go (Bow!) Everybody, make that bottle go (Bow!) [Verse 2: Drake] Yeah, okay, bring that shit to poppa I heard you talk bout other niggas Them niggas 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 sonning all these niggas, put their ass up for adoption Man we start with straight shots, then get the bottle popping We be working all night, telethon shit Roll a super skinny one, Chanel Iman shit Oooh, that's that fire, 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 freak that's grown I like a bad bitch from a decent home Me and Tip, that's that pimping that we preaching on And everybody trying to listen nigga, speakerphone [Chorus: T.I.] My section in the club, gimme Rosé 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 bloaw Let her drink it till she drown Atta girl gon’ wild, pop a bottle, bow! [Post-Chorus: T.I.] Bow, bow, just pop a bottle Bow, bow, a-a bottle, a bottle Bow, bow, hey, hey, hey, and a bottle go, go (Bow!) Everybody, make that bottle go (Bow!) [Verse 3: 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 Audemars 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 who?” Bought every bottle at the bar Shortie you know how I do I take them all across your noggin', I ain't finna argue Still big shit popping, 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 50 stack, I’m a show you how to ball: triple that [Chorus: T.I.] My section in the club, gimme Rosé 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 bloaw Let her drink it till she drown Atta girl gon’ wild, pop a bottle, bow! [Post-Chorus: T.I.] Bow, bow, just pop a bottle Bow, bow, a-a bottle, a bottle Bow, bow, hey, hey, hey, and a bottle go, go (Bow!) Everybody, make that bottle go (Bow!)