Poppin Bottles lyrics

by

Kid Cudi


[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: "f*ck yo’ couch!" Rick James, b*tch n*gga
Pop a bottle, make that thing go bloaw
Let her drink it till she drown
Atta girl gon’ wild, pop a bottle
Bow, bow, 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
f*ck 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: "f*ck yo’ couch!" Rick James n*gga
Pop a bottle, make that thing go bloaw
Let her drink it till she drown
Atta girl gon’ wild, pop a bottle
Bow, bow, bow…

[Verse 2: Drake]
Yeah, okay, bring that sh*t to poppa
I heard you talk bout other n*ggas
Them n*ggas no matter
The tag team back b*tch, boom shakalaka
Me and Weezy run this sh*t so bring me one soda and vodka
And a Fiji for my n*gga cause the police probably watching
Man, probation is a b*tch but going back is not an option
We be sonning all these n*ggas, put their ass up for adoption
Man we start with straight shots, that get the bottle popping
We be working all night, telethon sh*t
Roll a super skinny one, Chanel Iman sh*t
Oooh, that's that fire, that have you calm sh*t
You with a lot of dudes, that’s that Elton John sh*t
Ahh, To each his own, I like a freak that's grown
I like a bad b*tch from a decent home
Me and Tip, that's that pimping that we preaching on
And everybody trying to listen n*gga, 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: "f*ck yo’ couch!" Rick James n*gga
Pop a bottle, make that thing go bloaw
Let her drink it till she drown
Atta girl gon’ wild, pop a bottle
Bow, bow, 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 sh*t popping, nothing changed but my clothes
Triple digits in my pocket, rubber band bank roll
Tell the b*tch I take you places where your man can’t go
Can’t be, he ain't doing sh*t, 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
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