Jim Jones - Pop Champagne Lyrics:
Ether boy
Hey, how we ball in the club I know u hate it
Mami dancin` on the floor I like she naked
When she layed up wit chu I know she fake it
All the girls give it to me
I ain`t gotta take it

Oh, pop champagne
Ohh, pop champagne
Ohh, we pop champagne
Ohh, we pop champagne

We need more bottles tell ma hurry up
Tell `em Ron Browz here, hottest in America
Gimme 16 bars and u know I`ll tear it up
Know it`s me when u see the spur in ya area

And she call me all night cause u can`t get it up
On my neck, on my wrist
Everything is blitted up
Drinkin` bottles of that Clique till I spit it up
Only gettin` one life so u gotta live it up

If you in the things I`m in
Shawty we can be friends, hey
Shawty we can be friends, hey
But right now

I wanna see u dance see u dance
I wanna see u dance see u dance
I wanna see u dance see u dance
I wanna see u dance see u dance

When I go to the deala you know I cop that
Brand new Rolly and the roof drop back
Came thru Harlem like the roof top back
Money in the bank man u know I stop that, stop that stop that

Now we trya get up in the club
Tryna tell me no cus we rollin` wit the thugs, got money bitch
So I flash a couple a dollars
Tell `em we only want tables and we buyin` out da bottles

But cha`ll know the order
Tell `em 10 roses and a few cold waters, right
Trolly trone and a couple of lemons, let`s go
Ten thousand dollas stuffed up in my denims, what else?

Standin` on couches
Couple of womens, ay baby
We was ballin` hard
It was just the 9th innin`, it`s early

I told shawty we could be friends, yup
And your friends could meet my friends, what else?
We could do this on a weekend, on a weekday
We could do this on the freeway
Get it in the freak way
S**t, we could get it on three way s
Blackberry two ways
Souped up cars on the thru way, yup

We superstars, no Lupe
We could do this like a duet
Ya`ll be the singers I`m the mic
Let me deal it nice
This was in the car
While I was stoppin` at the light

How we ball in the club I know u hate it
Mami dancin` on the floor I like she naked
When she layed up wit chu I know she fake it
All the girls give it to me
I ain`t gotta take it

Oh, pop champagne
Ohh, pop champagne
Ohh, we pop champagne
Ohh, we pop champagne

Baby I wanna see you work
See you dance
Without no shirt, no
Without those pants

Pop champagne
Ain`t a damn thing change
Spray it in the air
Make it champagne rain, ha

Buckets of ice
Keep the champagne cool, cool
Mommy got a body
See that damn thing move

But, it`s no sex in the champagne room
Says who?
Baby I brake all rules, yea

Bring it here
And I brake off you
She see me in VIP
I wanna brake on crew
(Face it)

When she wit you she lyin`
You bet she fake it
When she wit me
She like it
She never fake it

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

How we ball in the club I know u hate it
Mami dancin` on the floor I like she naked
When she layed up wit chu I know she fake it
All the girls give it to me
I ain`t gotta take it

Oh, pop champagne
Ohh, pop champagne
Ohh, we pop champagne
Ohh, we pop champagne

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