Jim Jones - Pop Champagne (featuring Ron Browz & Juelz Santana) Lyrics

(Ron Browz)

Ether boy
Hey, how we ball in the club I know u hate it
Mommy 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
Iaint 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 its me when u see the spur in ya area

And she call me all night cause you can't get it up
On my neck on my wrist
Everything is blitted up
Drinkin' ottles 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
Shawty we can be friends

But right now
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

(Jim Jones)

When I go to the deal a you know I cop that
Brand new rolly and the roof drop back
Came thru Harlem like the roof top back eyoooou
Money in the bank man you know I stop that
(stop that stop that)

Now we trya get up in the club ooohh
Tryna tell me no cus we rollin wit the thugs (got money b**ch)
So I flash a couple a dollars
Tellem we only want tables and we buyin out da bottles ohhhh
But cha'll know the order

Tell em 10 rozes and a few cold waters (right)
Trolly trone and a couple of lemons (lets go)
Ten thousand dollars stuffed up in my denims (what else)
Standin' on couches couple of womens (ay baby)

We was ballin' hard it was just the 9th finnin' (its 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 a freak way sh!t, we could get it on three way
Black berry two ways souped up cars on the thru way (yup)
We superstars no lupe

We could do this like a duet
Y'all be the singers I'm the mic
Let me deal it nice
This was in the car while I was stoppin' at the light

(Ron Browz)

How we ball in the club I know you hate it
Mommy 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

(Juelz Santana)

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 (haa)
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

(Ron Browz)

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

(Ron Browz)

How we ball in the club I know u hate it
Mommy 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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