Drake - Poppin' Bottles lyrics

Aye my section in the club, Remy, Rose When you're all ready say go, okay Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop! Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop! You see him standing on the furniture doing his thing Tell the club owner, f** yo' couch, Rick James n***a Pop a bottle, make that thing go bloaw Let her drink it till she drown Atta girl gon' wild, pop a bottle Bring the 1738 Champagne the boss Watch ya gettin' 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 gla** for guys, we ballin' on a budget f** it, let your gla**es rise I'm straight to the head with mine, why you acting surprised Ask any hoe who know me, all I do is smash and ride Buckets of bubbly, shake it up and let it splash in the eyes No subtraction, only cash to divide We gettin' money, bank roll, super sized Whether rain, sleet, sunny Let the good times roll and the bottles keep coming My section in the club, Remy, Rose When you're all ready say go, okay Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go boaw! Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go boaw! You see him standing on the furniture doing his thing Tell the club owner, f** yo' couch, Rick James n***a Pop a bottle, make that thing go boaw! Let her drink it till she drown Atta girl gon' wild, pop a bottle Yeah, okay, bring that sh** to poppa I heard you talk bout other n***as Them other n***as no matter The tag team back b**h, boom shakalaka Me and Weezy run this b**h so bring me one soda and vodka And a fiji for my n***a cause the police probably watching Man, probation is a b**h but going back is not an option We be soning all these n***as, put there a** up for adoption Man we start with straight shots, then get the bottle poppin' We be working all night, telethon sh** Roll a super skinny one, Chanel Iman sh** Ooh, that's that fire, that's that have you calm sh** You with a lot of dudes, that's that Elton John sh** Ah, to each his own, I like a fruit that's grown I like a bad b**h from a decent home Me and Tip, that's that pimpin' that we preachin' on And everybody tryna listen n***a, speakerphone My section in the club, Remy, Rose When you're all ready say go, okay Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go boaw! Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go boaw! You see him standing on the furniture doing his thing Tell the club owner, f** yo' couch, Rick James n***a Pop a bottle, make that thing go boaw! Let her drink it till she drown Atta girl gon' wild, pop a bottle I know the s**er 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 one fifty on my car and my Audemar 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 who?" Bought every bottle at the bar Shorty you know how I do I take 'em all across your, I ain't finna argue Still big sh** poppin', nothing changed but my clothes Triple digits in my pocket, rubber band bank roll Tell the b**h I take you places where your man can't go Can't be, he ain't doing sh**, if he ain't me Cant you see the difference between us when I walkin' to the door Your twenty thousand worth of ones, start letting money go Let it fly, throw some twenty when my one running wallet low Fifty stack, I'ma show you how to ball, triple that My section in the club, Remy, Rose When you're all ready say go, okay Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go boaw! Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go boaw! You see him standing on the furniture doing his thing Tell the club owner, f** yo' couch, Rick James n***a Pop a bottle, make that thing go boaw! Let her drink it till she drown Atta girl gon' wild, pop a bottle