Jim Jones "Pop Champagne (feat. Juelz Santana and Ron Browz)" |
Ron Browz: Ether Boy Hey Chorus Ron Browz: How we ball in the club, I know you hate it Mami dancin' on the floor like she naked When she lay down with you I know she fake it All the girls give it to me I ain't gotta take it Oh-Ohhhh Pop champagne Oh-Ohhhh Pop champagne Oh-Ohhhh We pop champagne Oh-Ohhhh We pop champagne Verse 1 Ron Browz: We need more bottles tell ma hurry up Tell 'em Ron Browz here hottest in America Gimme sixteen bars and you know I tear it up Know it's me when you see the spur in your area And she call me all night cuz you can't get it up On my neck on my wrist everything is glitted up Drinkin' bottles of that Clique till I spit it up Only get one life so you gotta live it up If you in the things I'm in Shorty we can be friends, shorty we can be friends 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 Verse 2 Jim Jones: When I go to the dealer you know I cop that (What's that?) Brand new rolly and the roof drop back (The 60) Came through Harlem like the Rooftop back (Ayo!) Money in the bank man you know don't stop that (Stop that stop that stop that) (Ohhhhhh!) Now we tryin' to get up in the club Try to tell me no cuz I'm rollin' with the thugs (We got money bitch) Until I flash a couple of dollars (Yep!) Tell 'em we only want tables and we buyin out the bottles (Ohhhhhh!) Y'all know the order Tell 'em 10 Roses and a few cold waters (Right) Only Patron and a couple of lemons (Let's go) Ten thousand dollars stuffed up in the denims (What else) We standin' on couches, a couple of women (Hey baby) We was ballin' hard it was just the 9th inning (Early) He told shorty we could be friends (Yep) And your friends could meet with my friends (What else) And we could do this on the weekend or on the weekday We could do this on the freeway and get in the freak way We could get in on three way (Oh) Blackberry two way, souped up cars on the thruway (Yep) We superstars, no Lupe We could do this like a duet But y'all be the singers on the mic, wait let me dim the lights This was in the car while I was stoppin at the light Chorus Ron Browz: How we ball in the club, I know you hate it Mami dancin' on the floor like she naked When she lay down with you I know she fake it All the girls give it to me I ain't gotta take it Oh-Ohhhh Pop champagne Oh-Ohhhh Pop champagne Oh-Ohhhh We pop champagne Oh-Ohhhh We pop champagne Verse 3 Juelz Santana: Baby I wanna see you work, see you dance Without no shirt, without those pants Pop champagne, ain't a damn thing change Spray it in the air, make it champagne rain Buckets of ice keep the champagne cool Mami got a body see that damn thing move It's no sex in the champagne room Says who? Baby I'll break all rules Bring it here and I'll break off you She see me in V.I.P. and wanna break on through When she with you she lyin but she fake it When she with me she like it she never fake it Bridge 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 Chorus Ron Browz: How we ball in the club, I know you hate it Mami dancin' on the floor like she naked When she lay down with you I know she fake it All the girls give it to me I ain't gotta take it Oh-Ohhhh Pop champagne Oh-Ohhhh Pop champagne Oh-Ohhhh We pop champagne Oh-Ohhhh We pop champagne Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |