Poppin Bottles - Intellectual

[Chorus: T.I.]

My section in the club, gimme Rosé

When you’re all ready say go, okay

Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop

You see him standing on the furniture doing his thing

Tell the club owner: "fuck yo’ couch!" Rick James, bitch nigga

Pop a bottle, make that thing go bloaw

Let her drink it till she drown

Atta girl gon’ wild, pop a bottle, bow!

[Post-Chorus: T.I.]

Bow, bow, just pop a bottle

Bow, bow, a-a bottle, a bottle

Bow, bow, hey, hey, hey, and a bottle go, go (Bow!)

Everybody, make that bottle go (Bow!)

[Verse 1: T.I.]

Bring the 1738 Champagne the boss

Watch you getting money make it rain buy a bottle

Pop a cork, 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 glass for guys who balling 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 the eyes

Ain't no subtraction, only cash to divide

We getting money, bank roll, super-sized

Whether rain, sleet, sunny

Let the good times roll and the bottles keep coming

[Chorus: T.I.]

My section in the club, gimme Rosé

When you’re all ready say go, okay

Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop

You see him standing on the furniture doing his thing

Tell the club owner: "fuck yo’ couch!" Rick James nigga

Pop a bottle, make that thing go bloaw

Let her drink it till she drown

Atta girl gon’ wild, pop a bottle, bow!

[Post-Chorus: T.I.]

Bow, bow, just pop a bottle

Bow, bow, a-a bottle, a bottle

Bow, bow, hey, hey, hey, and a bottle go, go (Bow!)

Everybody, make that bottle go (Bow!)

[Verse 2: Drake]

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 their ass up for adoption

Man we start with straight shots, then get the bottle popping

We be working all night, telethon shit

Roll a super skinny one, Chanel Iman shit

Oooh, that's that fire, 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 Tip, that's that pimping that we preaching on

And everybody trying to listen nigga, speakerphone

[Chorus: T.I.]

My section in the club, gimme Rosé

When you’re all ready say go, okay

Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop

You see him standing on the furniture doing his thing

Tell the club owner: "fuck yo’ couch!" Rick James nigga

Pop a bottle, make that thing go bloaw

Let her drink it till she drown

Atta girl gon’ wild, pop a bottle, bow!

[Post-Chorus: T.I.]

Bow, bow, just pop a bottle

Bow, bow, a-a bottle, a bottle

Bow, bow, hey, hey, hey, and a bottle go, go (Bow!)

Everybody, make that bottle go (Bow!)

[Verse 3: T.I.]

I know the sucker wish the judge 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

Shortie you know how I do

I take them all across your noggin', I ain't finna argue

Still big shit popping, 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 between us when I walking to the door

Your twenty thousand worth of ones, start letting money go

Let it fly, throw some twenty when my one running low

50 stack, I’m a show you how to ball: triple that

[Chorus: T.I.]

My section in the club, gimme Rosé

When you’re all ready say go, okay

Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop

You see him standing on the furniture doing his thing

Tell the club owner: "fuck yo’ couch!" Rick James nigga

Pop a bottle, make that thing go bloaw

Let her drink it till she drown

Atta girl gon’ wild, pop a bottle, bow!

[Post-Chorus: T.I.]

Bow, bow, just pop a bottle

Bow, bow, a-a bottle, a bottle

Bow, bow, hey, hey, hey, and a bottle go, go (Bow!)

Everybody, make that bottle go (Bow!)