Artist: T.I. f/ Drake Album: No Mercy Song: Poppin Bottles Typed by: PDog1217@aol.com Aye [Chorus - T.I.] My section in the club (club), Rémy, Rosé ('sé) On your mark ready, set, go, okay (okay!) Everytime I pop that bottle, make that thing go - pop Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go - pop See him standin on the furniture, doin his thing Tell the club owner, fuck yo’ couch, Rick James (bitch nigga) Everytime I pop a bottle, make that thing go - pop Let her drink it 'til she drown, now the girl gone wild Pop a bottle - pop, pop, pop (Just pop that bottle) - pop, pop, pop, pop (Hey pop that bottle, that bottle) - pop, pop, p-pop, pop, pop (Hey, hey, that bottle go) - pop, p-pop, pop (Everybody make that bottle go) - pop [Verse 1 - T.I.] Bring me 1738, champagne of all sorts Ya gettin money, make it rain, buy a bottle, pop a cork (Oop, oop), dork, if I may retort I ball just as hard tomorrow as the day before I pop bottles but I don't pour, save a glass for you guys We ballin on a budget, fuck it, let your glasses rise I’m straight to the head with mine, why you actin 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 her eyes Ain't no subtraction, only cash to divide We gettin money, bank roll, super-sized, whether rain, sleet, sunny Let the good times roll and the bottles keep comin [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Drake] Yeah, okay, bring that shit to poppa I heard you talk 'bout other niggaz, them niggaz no matter The tag team back bitch, boom shakalaka Me and Weezy run this shit, so bring me one soda and vodka And a Fiji for my nigga, 'cause the police probably watchin Man, probation is a bitch but goin back is not an option We be sunnin/sonnin all these niggaz, put they ass up for adoption Man, we start with straight shots, then get to bottle poppin We be workin all night, telethon shit Roll a super skinny one, Chanel Iman shit Ooh, that’s that fire, that’s that have you calm shit You with a lot of dudes, that’s that Elton John shit, ahh To each his own, I like a freak that's grown I like a bad bitch, from a decent home Me and T.I.P., this that pimpin that we preachin on And everybody tryin to listen nigga, speakerphone [Chorus] [Verse 3 - T.I.] I know them suckers wish the judge would of 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, shorty you know how I do I take 'em all across your noggin, I ain't fittin to argue Still +Big Shit Poppin'+, nothin changed but my clothes Triple digits in my pocket, rubber band bank roll Tell the bitch, I take ya places where your man can’t go Can’t be, he ain't doin shit, if he ain't me, can't you see The difference between us when I walk in to the door? With twenty thousand worth of ones, start lettin that money go Let it fly, throw some twenties when my ones runnin low Fifty stack, I’m a show ya how to ball, triple that (bap, bap, bap) [Chorus]