Poppin Bottles : T.I.

T.I. - Poppin Bottles (Ft. Drake) Video



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T.I. - Poppin Bottles (Ft. Drake) Lyrics and Video

[T.I]
My section in the club, Remy, Rose
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….

[T.I - Verse 1]
Bring the 1738 Champagne the boss
watch ya 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 dont pour
save the glass for guys, we ballin’ on a budget
f-ck it, let your glasses rise
I’m straight to the head with mine, why you acting surprised
ask any hoe who know me, all I do is smash and ride
buckets of bubbly, shake it up and let it splash in the eyes
no subtraction, only cash to divide
we gettin’ money, bank roll, supersized
whether rain, sleet, sunny
let the good times roll and the bottles keep coming
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[Chorus]

[Drake]
Yeah, okay, bring that sh-t to poppa
I heard you talk bout other n-ggas
them other n-gga no matter
the tag team back b-tch, boom shakalaka
me and Weezy run this bitch so bring me one soda and vodka
and a fuji for my n-gga cause the police probably watching
man, probation is a bitch but going back is not an option
we be sunning all these n-ggas, put there ass up for adoption
and we start with straight shots, that get the bottle poppin’
we be working all night, telethon sh-t
roll a super skinny one, Chanel Iman shit
oooh, that’s that fire, that’s that have you calm sh-t
you with a lot of dudes, that’s that Elton John sh-t
ahhh, to each his own, I like a fruit thats grown
I like a bad b-tch from a decent home
me and Tip, thats that pimpin’ that we preachin’ on
and everybody tryna listen n-gga, speakerphone

[Chorus]

[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 Audemar too
when I walk up in the spot, aint 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 em all across your , I aint finna argue
still big sh-t poppin, 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 aint doing sh-t, if he aint me
cant you see the difference between us when I walkin to the door
your twenty thousand worth of ones, start letting money go
let it fly, throw some twenty when my one running wallet low
fifty stack, I’mma show you how to ball, triple that

[Chorus]