Baby aka Birdman & Lil' Wayne

Baby aka Birdman & Lil' Wayne - Championship Pop Bottles lyrics

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[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 bitch 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 bitch swallow

If you cant swallow, shut up bitch, gargle

Straight up out that water, wit my Marc Jacob goggles

Because, I'm fresher than a muh-fucka, yea I'm a muh-fucka

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 bitch 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 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 scratch, and yes, Junior is the best (shawty)

So many niggaz from my hood on they back

So many niggaz 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)

[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 bitch we ball harder)

I am the Birdman (and I'm the J.R.)

[Birdman]

Yeah, only sippin' red champagnia

White-tee, red hat, red bandana (believe that)

Uptown, choppers for companion

Fuckin' wit the Birdman, we choppin yo companion

Fuckin' wit my son man and we run up in ya mansion

Chopper make music, bitch 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

[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 bitch we ball harder)

I am the Birdman (and I'm the J.R.)

Ya Dig!

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