Lyrics Pop Bottles - lil wayne , Birdman
Start
with
straight
shots
and
then
pop
bottles
Flirt
wit
the
hood
rats
then
pop
models
Start
with
straight
shots
and
then
pop
bottles
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
*****
we
ball
harder
I
am
the
Birdman,
and
I′m
the
J.R.
Okay,
start
with
straight
shots
and
then
pop
bottles
Pour
it
on
the
models,
shut
up
*****
swallow
If
you
can't
swallow,
shut
up
*****
gargle
Straight
up
out
the
water
wit
my
Mark
Jacob′s
goggles
I'm
fresher
than
a
muh******,
yup
I'm
a
muh******
No
I
wouldn′t
take
ya
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
Start
with
straight
shots
and
then
pop
bottles
Flirt
wit
the
hood
rats
then
pop
models
Start
with
straight
shots
and
then
pop
bottles
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
*****
we
ball
harder
I
am
the
Birdman,
and
I
be
J.R.
Now
as
I
recline
behind
my
desk
I
ain′t
got
a
lot
of
Nikes,
but
I
got
a
lot
of
cheques,
money
Got
my
own
shoe,
brand
new
on
the
set
Went
from
sittin'
in
a
cell
to
sittin′
on
a
jet
From
sh*****
in
a
cell
to
sh*****
on
a
jet
I
lost
too
many
friends
but
I
won
too
many
bets
I
made
too
much
money
I
ain't
made
enough
yet
So
I
scratch,
and
yes
Junior
is
the
best,
shawty
So
many
******
throw
my
hood
on
they
back
So
many
******
from
ya
hood
on
they
back
That′s
why
we
so
paid
and
it
be
like
that
I
rather
pop
a
bottle,
befo
I
pop
a
***
Start
with
straight
shots
and
then
pop
bottles
Flirt
wit
the
hood
rats
then
pop
models
Start
with
straight
shots
and
then
pop
bottles
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
*****
we
ball
harder
I
am
the
Birdman,
and
I'm
the
J.R.
Yea,
only
sippin′
red
champagne
White
tee,
red
hat,
red
bandanna
Uptown,
choppers
******
upon
ya
*******
wit
the
Birdman
we
choppin′
yo
propane
*******
wit
my
son
and
we
run
up
in
ya
mansion
Chopper
make
music,
*****
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
champion
Start
with
straight
shots
and
then
pop
bottles
Flirt
wit
the
hood
rats
then
pop
models
Start
with
straight
shots
and
then
pop
bottles
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
*****
we
ball
harder
I
am
the
Birdman,
and
I′m
the
J.R.
1 Intro
2 Fully Loaded
3 I Run This
4 I Run This
5 The Money "So Fresh"
6 Interlude "the Old Man" #1
7 100 Million
8 Believe Dat
9 Believe Dat
10 Wet Paint
11 Grind
12 All the Time
13 Interlude "the Old Man" #2
14 Head Busta
15 Pop Bottles
16 Pop Bottles
17 Love My Hood
18 I'm a Stunna
19 Interlude - "The Old Man" #3
20 Make Way
21 So Tired
22 So Tired
23 Outro
24 We Gangsta
25 Bossy
26 R.I.P.
27 S On My Chest
28 S On My Chest
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