Lil Wayne

Lil Wayne & Birdman - Championship pop bottles lyrics

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Start with straight shots and then pop bottles, (ya) (brr)
Flirt with the hood rats then pop models uh- huh, (believe that)
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles, (ya)
Flirt with the hood rats and 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 harda,
I am the Birdman, and I'm the jr.

Okay start with straight shots and then pop bottles,
Poor it on the models, shut up bitch swallow,
If you cant swallow, shut up bitch gargle,
Straight up out the water with my Marc Jacob goggles,
I'm fresher than a muthfucka, yea I'm a muthfucka,
No I wouldn't take ya girl but I sure take her tounge from her,
Can't 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]

Start with straight shots and then pop bottles, (ya) 
Flirt with the hood rats then pop models, uh- huh 
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles, (ya)
Flirt with the hood rats and then pop models,
Okay we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game,
Look like I got on a championship rang,
Cuz I ball hard , no bitch we ball harda,
I am the Birdman, and I'm the jr.

Now as I recline behind my desk
I aint 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' on 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 aint make enough yet

So I scratch, and yes Junior is the best (Shawty)
So many nigga's from my hood on they back
So many nigga's from ya hood on they back
That's why we so paid and it be like that
I rather pop a bottle, before I pop a gett

Start with straight shots and then pop bottles, (ya) 
Flirt with the hood rats then pop models, uh- huh 
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles, (ya)
Flirt with the hood rats and then pop models,
Okay we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game,
Look like I got on a championship rang,
Cuz I ball hard , no bitch we ball harda,
I am the Birdman, and I'm the jr.

Yea, only sippin' red champagne
White-tee, red hat, red bandana
Uptown, chopper fucks the pain
Fucking with the Birdman we choppin' yo propane
Fucking with my son and we run up in ya mansion
Chopper make music, bitch start dancin'
Stunt a man back so you know the circumstances
And I'm cookin' up the Carter 3 no advances (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


Start with straight shots and then pop bottles, (ya) 
Y'all ready now what this is? Stunnaman
Flirt with the hood rats then pop models, uh- huh  
Junior (what up Young) we bounce back like that
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles, (ya)
We beat mils with the mils baby
Flirt with the hood rats and then pop models, 
The last model is MOB baby, My honey
Okay we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game,
Look like I got on a championship rang,
Cuz I ball hard , no bitch we ball hards,
I am the Birdman, and I'm the gin poppa
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