Jim Jones - Pop Champagne (feat. Juelz Santana and Ron Browz) lyrics

rate me

Ron Browz:

Ether Boy

Hey

Chorus

Ron Browz:

How we ball in the club, I know you hate it

Mami dancin' on the floor like she naked

When she lay down with you I know she fake it

All the girls give it to me I ain't gotta take it

Oh-Ohhhh

Pop champagne

Oh-Ohhhh

Pop champagne

Oh-Ohhhh

We pop champagne

Oh-Ohhhh

We pop champagne

Verse 1

Ron Browz:

We need more bottles tell ma hurry up

Tell 'em Ron Browz here hottest in America

Gimme sixteen bars and you know I tear it up

Know it's me when you see the spur in your area

And she call me all night cuz you can't get it up

On my neck on my wrist everything is glitted up

Drinkin' bottles of that Clique till I spit it up

Only get one life so you gotta live it up

If you in the things I'm in

Shorty we can be friends, shorty we can be friends

Right now, I wanna see you dance, see you dance

I wanna see you dance, see you dance

I wanna see you dance, see you dance

I wanna see you dance, see you dance

Verse 2

Jim Jones:

When I go to the dealer you know I cop that (What's that?)

Brand new rolly and the roof drop back (The 60)

Came through Harlem like the Rooftop back (Ayo!)

Money in the bank man you know don't stop that

(Stop that stop that stop that)

(Ohhhhhh!)

Now we tryin' to get up in the club

Try to tell me no cuz I'm rollin' with the thugs

(We got money bitch)

Until I flash a couple of dollars (Yep!)

Tell 'em we only want tables and we buyin out the bottles

(Ohhhhhh!) Y'all know the order

Tell 'em 10 Roses and a few cold waters (Right)

Only Patron and a couple of lemons (Let's go)

Ten thousand dollars stuffed up in the denims (What else)

We standin' on couches, a couple of women (Hey baby)

We was ballin' hard it was just the 9th inning (Early)

He told shorty we could be friends (Yep)

And your friends could meet with my friends (What else)

And we could do this on the weekend or on the weekday

We could do this on the freeway and get in the freak way

We could get in on three way (Oh)

Blackberry two way, souped up cars on the thruway (Yep)

We superstars, no Lupe

We could do this like a duet

But y'all be the singers on the mic, wait let me dim the lights

This was in the car while I was stoppin at the light

Chorus

Ron Browz:

How we ball in the club, I know you hate it

Mami dancin' on the floor like she naked

When she lay down with you I know she fake it

All the girls give it to me I ain't gotta take it

Oh-Ohhhh

Pop champagne

Oh-Ohhhh

Pop champagne

Oh-Ohhhh

We pop champagne

Oh-Ohhhh

We pop champagne

Verse 3

Juelz Santana:

Baby I wanna see you work, see you dance

Without no shirt, without those pants

Pop champagne, ain't a damn thing change

Spray it in the air, make it champagne rain

Buckets of ice keep the champagne cool

Mami got a body see that damn thing move

It's no sex in the champagne room

Says who? Baby I'll break all rules

Bring it here and I'll break off you

She see me in V.I.P. and wanna break on through

When she with you she lyin but she fake it

When she with me she like it she never fake it

Bridge

Ron Browz:

I wanna see you dance, see you dance

I wanna see you dance, see you dance

I wanna see you dance, see you dance

I wanna see you dance, see you dance

Chorus

Ron Browz:

How we ball in the club, I know you hate it

Mami dancin' on the floor like she naked

When she lay down with you I know she fake it

All the girls give it to me I ain't gotta take it

Oh-Ohhhh

Pop champagne

Oh-Ohhhh

Pop champagne

Oh-Ohhhh

We pop champagne

Oh-Ohhhh

We pop champagne