Lil'Wayne,Jadakiss Pop Bottles Lyrics

[Intro]{Jadakiss Sample} (Lil' Wayne)
{Start wit straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) brrr
{Flirt wit the hood rats, then pop models} (uh-huh) believe that
{Start wit straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya)
{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 b____ we ball harder)
I am the Birdman (and I'm the J.R.)

[Lil' Wayne]
Okay
Start wit straight shots and then pop bottles
Pour it on the models, shut up b____ swallow
If you cant swallow, shut up b____, gargle
Straight up out that water, wit my Marc Jacob goggles
Because, I'm fresher than a muh-f___a, yea I'm a muh-f___a
No, I wouldn't take yo girl, but I sholl 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
My bad!

[Hook] {Jadakiss} (Lil' Wayne)
{Start wit straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) brrr
{Flirt wit the hood rats, then pop models} (uh-huh) believe that
{Start wit straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya)
{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 b____ we ball harder)
I am the Birdman (and I'm the J.R.)

[Birdman]
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 s___tin' in a cell, to s___tin' on a jet
I lost too many friends, but I won too many bets (too many bets)
I made too much money, I ain't make enough yet
So I scratch, and yes, Junior is the best (shawty)
So many n____z from my hood on they back
So many n____z from ya hood on they back
Thats why we so paid and it be like that
I'd rather pop a bottle, befo' I pop a gat (yeah)

[Birdman]
Yeah, only sippin' red champagnia
White-tee, red hat, red bandana (believe that)
Uptown, choppers for companion
f___in' wit the Birdman, we choppin yo companion
f___in' wit my son man and we run up in ya mansion
Chopper make music, b____ start dancin'
Stunter man back, so you know the circumstances
And Im cookin' up the Carter 3, no advances (C3 youngin)
All my cars automative, automatic
No lie, we don't even drive, no askin
Uptown, we packin' and we stackin' (believe that)
Young Money, Cash Money we the champion