This is one of my favorite songs. https://fnfgo.io
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah)
Flirt with the hood rats, then pop models (uh-huh)
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah)
Flirt with the hood rats, then pop models
Okay, we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game
Look like I got on a championship ring
'Cause I ball hard, no, bitch, we ball harder
I am the Birdman, and I'm the J.R-ah
Okay, start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah)
Pour it on the models, "shut up bitch, swallow" (haha)
If you can't swallow, shut up, bitch, gargle (ya dig?)
Straight up out that water with my Marc Jacobs goggles (nigga, I'm)
Fresher than a motherfucker, yep, I'm a motherfucker
No, I wouldn't take your girl, but I'll sure take her tongue from her
Can't 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)
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah)
Flirt with the hood rats, then pop models (uh-huh)
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah)
Flirt with the hood rats, then pop models
Okay, we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game
Look like I got on a championship ring
'Cause I ball hard, no, bitch, we ball harder
I am the Birdman, and I be J.R-ah
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 (on the set)
Went from sittin' in a cell to sittin' on a jet (believe that)
From shittin' in a cell to shittin' 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 scratched and yes, Jr. is the best (shawty)
So many niggas from my hood on they back (on they back)
So many niggas from your hood on they back (on they back)
That's why we so paid and it be like that
I'd rather pop a bottle before I pop a gat, yeah
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah)
Flirt with the hood rats, then pop models (well, uh-huh)
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah)
Flirt with the hood rats, then pop models
Okay, we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game
Look like I got on a championship ring
'Cause I ball hard, no, bitch, we ball harder
I am the Birdman, and I'm the J.R-ah
Yeah, only sippin' red champagne
White tee, red hat, red bandanna (believe that)
Uptown, choppers for companions (for companions)
Fuckin' with the Birdman, we choppin' your companion
Fuckin' with my son and we run up in your mansion
Chopper make music, bitch, start dancin' (start dancin')
Stunna Man back, so you know the circumstances
And I'm cookin' up Tha Carter III, no advances (C3, young'n)
All my cars automated, automatic
No lie, we don't even drive no Aston
Uptown, we packin' and we stackin' (believe that)
Young Money, Cash Money, we the champions (yeah)
You already know what it is (yeah)
Stunna Man (Stunna Man), Jr. (what up, yo?)
We bounce back like that (uh-huh)
We get meals with the mills, baby (yeah)
The last mob, it's M-O-B, baby, one hunnid
Okay, we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game
Look like I got on a championship ring
'Cause I ball hard, no, bitch, we ball harder
I am the Birdman, and I'm the J.R-ah, ya dig?
Flirt with the hood rats, then pop models (uh-huh)
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah)
Flirt with the hood rats, then pop models
Okay, we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game
Look like I got on a championship ring
'Cause I ball hard, no, bitch, we ball harder
I am the Birdman, and I'm the J.R-ah
Okay, start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah)
Pour it on the models, "shut up bitch, swallow" (haha)
If you can't swallow, shut up, bitch, gargle (ya dig?)
Straight up out that water with my Marc Jacobs goggles (nigga, I'm)
Fresher than a motherfucker, yep, I'm a motherfucker
No, I wouldn't take your girl, but I'll sure take her tongue from her
Can't 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)
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah)
Flirt with the hood rats, then pop models (uh-huh)
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah)
Flirt with the hood rats, then pop models
Okay, we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game
Look like I got on a championship ring
'Cause I ball hard, no, bitch, we ball harder
I am the Birdman, and I be J.R-ah
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 (on the set)
Went from sittin' in a cell to sittin' on a jet (believe that)
From shittin' in a cell to shittin' 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 scratched and yes, Jr. is the best (shawty)
So many niggas from my hood on they back (on they back)
So many niggas from your hood on they back (on they back)
That's why we so paid and it be like that
I'd rather pop a bottle before I pop a gat, yeah
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah)
Flirt with the hood rats, then pop models (well, uh-huh)
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah)
Flirt with the hood rats, then pop models
Okay, we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game
Look like I got on a championship ring
'Cause I ball hard, no, bitch, we ball harder
I am the Birdman, and I'm the J.R-ah
Yeah, only sippin' red champagne
White tee, red hat, red bandanna (believe that)
Uptown, choppers for companions (for companions)
Fuckin' with the Birdman, we choppin' your companion
Fuckin' with my son and we run up in your mansion
Chopper make music, bitch, start dancin' (start dancin')
Stunna Man back, so you know the circumstances
And I'm cookin' up Tha Carter III, no advances (C3, young'n)
All my cars automated, automatic
No lie, we don't even drive no Aston
Uptown, we packin' and we stackin' (believe that)
Young Money, Cash Money, we the champions (yeah)
You already know what it is (yeah)
Stunna Man (Stunna Man), Jr. (what up, yo?)
We bounce back like that (uh-huh)
We get meals with the mills, baby (yeah)
The last mob, it's M-O-B, baby, one hunnid
Okay, we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game
Look like I got on a championship ring
'Cause I ball hard, no, bitch, we ball harder
I am the Birdman, and I'm the J.R-ah, ya dig?
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Pop Bottles Lyrics as written by Dwayne Carter Wayne Brown
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this song is doppeeee son!
Deep
Pour it on the models, SHUT UP BITCH SWALLOW!!!!
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lil wayne and birdman are bloods.... they celebrating cuz they fucked up some crips who were messing with them.... look
"Yea, only sippin red champagne White-tee red hat red bandana Uptown, choppers struck upon ya Fkin wit the Birdman we fkin yo companion F**kin wit my son and we run up in ya mansion Chopper make music, bitch start dancin Stunna man back so you know the circumstances"
birdman refers to lil wayne as his "son" they take birdman's helicopter and start shooting "chopper make music, bitch start dancin"
and now they're popin bottles, because cash money are the champions
eeeeek this song is the flipping bitch i love lil wayne
rikelias how fucking retarded are you everyone knows there bloods
only sipping red champagne is in reference to how rich they are
they from uptown new orleans as in eagle street
a chopper is an AK-47 dipshit as in ak-47 is shooting at you start dancing
lil wayne is birdmans son BMJR bird man junior this song is bout being fucking rich not 'fucking up some crips' they arent even reppin blood in this song they sayin fuck with me and we'll fuck with you
Allot of meaning in this one. This is the type of music that near everyone at my school listens to.
"Pour it on the models, shut up bitch swallow If you cant swallow, shut up bitch gargle"
My 14 year old sister listens to this.
I'm starting to not like Lil Wayne...I hate women lay down it's almost like he doesn't care n he contradicts himself with his music..... if being rich is represented as humilliating woman you are losing me as a fan. Makes me sick O_o