Artist: Baby f/ Lil Wayne Album: 5 Star Stunna Song: Pop Bottles Typed by: jaydeeucf07@yahoo.com [Chorus] Chop with straight shots and then pop bottles Flirt with the hood rats then pop models Okay we poppin' champagne like we won a champ-ion-ship game Feel like I got on a champ-ion-ship ring Cuz I ball hard, no bitch we ball harder I am the Birdman, and I be J.R.-a [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Okay stop with straight and shots then pop bottles Pour it on the models, shut up bitch swallow If you can't swallow, shut up bitch goggle Straight up out that water with my Marc Jacob goggles Fresher than a mother fucker, yep I'm a mother fucker No I won't take your girl, but I'll sure take her tub from her Can't you tell I'm in love woman, like no other woman Oh I'm sorry sweetheart, I though you were my other woman [Chorus] [Verse 2: Baby] As I recline behind my desk I ain't got a lot of Nikes but I got a lot of checks Got my own shoe brand, new on the set Went from sittin' in a cell to sittin' on a jet From shittin' in a cell to shittin' on a jet I lost too many friends, but I won too many bets I made too much money, I didn't make enough yet So I scratched and yes Jr. is the best So many niggas from my hood on they back So many niggas from your hood 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3: Baby] Yeah only sipping red champagne White tee red hat red bandanna Uptown choppers fuck a panya Fuckin with the birdman we fucking your propanya Fuckin with my son and we run up in your mansion Chopper make music bitch start dancin' Stunna man back so you know the circumstances And I'm cookin' up the Carter 3, no advances All my cars automated, automatic No lie we don't even drive no Astons Uptown we packin' and we stackin' Young Money, Cash Money we the champions [Baby talking] You already know what it is Stunna man, Jr. we bounce back like that Get mills with the mills baby The last mile its M.O.B. baby, One-hundred [Chorus]