The Monsters x the Strangers - Poppin Bottles lyrics

[Hook: 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 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 Bow, bow, 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 gla** for guys, we balling on a budget f** it, let your gla**es 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 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 [Hook: T.I.] [Verse 2: Drake] Okay, bring that sh** to poppa I heard you talk bout other n***as Them other n***a no matter The tag team back b**h, boom shakalaka Me and Weezy run this sh** 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 sonning all these n***as, put their a** up for adoption Man we start with straight shots, that get the bottle popping We be working all night, telethon sh** Roll a super skinny one, Chanel Iman sh** Oooh, that's that fire, that have you calm sh** You with a lot of dudes, that's that Elton John sh** Ahh, To each his own, I like a freak that's grown I like a bad b**h from a decent home Me and Tip, that's that pimping that we preaching on And everybody trying to listen n***a, speakerphone [Hook: T.I.] [Verse 3: T.I.] 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 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 sh** popping, 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 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