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T.I. - Poppin' Bottles (ft. Drake)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
T.I.
T.I.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Drake
Drake
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
T-Minus
T-Minus
Producer

Lyrics

Eh, My section in the club (club), bring me Rosé (sé) When you're all ready say go okay (okay) You tell 'em pop that bottle, make that thing go "bow" (bow, bow) Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go "bow" See him standing on the furniture doing his thing Tell the club owner "Fuck yo' couch!", Rick James ni-ni-nigga Pop a bottle, make that thing go "bow" (bow, bow) Let her drink it 'til she drown (bow, bow) Let a girl go wild, pop a bottle (bow) (Bow, bow, bow, ba-bow, just pop that bottle, bow) (Bow, bow, hey, a bottle, make that bottle bow bow) (Hey hey) (Ba-bow bow) Make that bottle go (bow) (Bow, Ba-bow bow) Everybody make that bottle go (bow) (Bow) Bring the 1738 Champagne the boss Watch you gettin' money make it rain buy a bottle Pop a cork (boop boop), dork If I may retort I ball just as hard tomorrow as the day before I pop bottles but I don't pour Save the glasses for guys who ballin' on a budget Fuck it, let your glasses rise I'm straight to the head with mine, why you acting 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 getting money, bank roll, supersized Whether rain, sleet, sunny Let the good times roll and the bottles keep coming Eh, My section in the club (club), bring me Rosé (sé) When you're all ready say go okay (okay) You tell 'em pop that bottle, make that thing go "bow" (bow, bow) Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go "bow" See him standing on the furniture doing his thing Tell the club owner "Fuck yo' couch!", Rick James ni-ni-nigga Pop a bottle, make that thing go "bow" (bow, bow) Let her drink it 'til she drown (bow, bow) Let a girl go wild, pop a bottle (bow) (Bow, bow, just pop that bottle, bow) (Bow, bow, hey, hey, a bottle, make that bottle, bow, bow) (Hey hey hey) Make that bottle go (bow) Now everybody make that bottle go (bow) Yeah, okay, bring that shit to poppa I heard you talk 'bout other niggas Them niggas 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 watching Man, probation is a bitch but going back is not an option We be sonning all these niggas, put they ass up for adoption Man we start with straight shots, then get the bottle poppin' We be working 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 Ah, to each his own, I like a freak that's grown I like a bad bitch from a decent home Me and Tip, that's that pimpin' that we preachin' on And everybody tryna listen nigga, speakerphone Eh, My section in the club (club), bring me Rosé (sé) When you're all ready say go okay (okay) You tell 'em pop that bottle, make that thing go "bow" (bow, bow) Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go "bow" See him standing on the furniture doing his thing Tell the club owner "Fuck yo' couch!", Rick James ni-ni-nigga Pop a bottle, make that thing go "bow" (bow, bow) Let her drink it 'til she drown (bow, bow) Let a girl go wild, pop a bottle (bow) (Bow, bow, just pop that bottle, bow) (Bow, bow, hey, hey, a bottle, make that bottle bow bow) (Hey hey hey) Make that bottle go (bow) Now everybody make that bottle go (bow) I know the sucker wish the judge woulda 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 "Ah, boo" Bought every bottle at the bar Shawty you know how I do I take 'em all across your noggin, I ain't finna argue I'm still Big Shit 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 ain't doing shit, if he ain't me Can't you see the difference 'tween us when I walk in through the door? Yeah, twenty thousand worth of ones, start lettin' the money go Let it fly, throw some twenty's when my one's running low Fifty stack, I'ma show you how to ball, triple that (bow bow bow) Eh, My section in the club (club), bring me Rosé (sé) When you're all ready say go okay (okay) You tell 'em pop that bottle, make that thing go "bow" (bow, bow) Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go "bow" See him standing on the furniture doing his thing Tell the club owner "Fuck yo' couch!", Rick James ni-ni-nigga Pop a bottle, make that thing go "bow" (bow, bow) Let her drink it 'til she drown (bow, bow) Let a girl go wild, pop a bottle (bow) (Bow, bow, just pop that bottle, bow) (Bow, bow, hey, a bottle, make that bottle bow bow) (Hey hey hey) Make that bottle go (bow) Everybody make that bottle go (bow)
Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, Tyler Matthew Carl Williams, Alexander Izquierdo, Nikhil Shanker Seetharam, Clifford Harris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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