Pop Champagne

Lyrics

[Intro: Ron Browz & Pusha T] Ether boy! Ugh Okay, Pusha Hey! [Intro: Ron Browz & Pusha T] How we ball in the club, I know you hate it (Clipse) Mami dancing on the floor all like she naked When she laid up with you, I know she fake it ('Til the Casket Drops) All the girls give it to me, I ain't gotta take it Oh-oh! Pop champagne! Oh-oh! Pop champagne! Oh-oh! We pop champagne! Oh-oh! We pop champagne! [Verse 1: Pusha T] Eight niggas, sixteen bottles and four couches Champagne spilling like a never-ending fountain Spent 'bout a dime at the bar, but who's counting? Holla if you looking for powder—we got mountains Yuugh! Throw a kilo like a free throw Weight-watchers tugging at my sleeves, so I "Heave, ho" Feds got a nigga Tivo'd Where's the fish scale? They tryna find Nemo The Gucci pants is Houndstooth (Yes) The Coupe outside is soundproof (woo!) My Lanvin shades is clown-proof So I don't see you niggas dressed in your clown suits [Bridge: Ron Browz & Pusha T] I wanna see you dance, see you dance (Come on) I wanna see you dance, see you dance (Come on) I wanna see you dance, see you dance (Re-Up Gang Records) I wanna see you dance, see you dance (Liva) How we— [Verse 2: Ab-Liva] Live it up, glittered up, suns out, roof back Gucci hater-blockers on rainy days, live it up Wrist-wear, did it up; neckwear, lit it up Overdid it, platinum Patrón 'til we spit it up Scarves and the belts with the logos knitted up Been fly—delve in my photos, nigga, dig it up Came from the school where you break bricks, whip it up [?], let it cool, [?], lift it up Based on the hustlers that get they paper chase on Blueprints rose to the game get your trace on Motels bagging work, clerks write the plates wrong Hotels looking so familiar like Trey Songz As it start again, wool cardigan Coupe with the roof up, fugitive-harboring To be honest, we been tarnished with this Barnum and Bailey bullshit But I'm back on my own recognizance, so confident 'Cause our groundswell push was so dominant Obama-esque run, so we targeting All the youth hoist a nigga 'cause we champion But the path less traveled is the rockiest And for every Kanye, there's a Consequence And for every Jay-Z, there's a Common Sense So I tightrope walk my pompousness, hey [Intro: Ron Browz] How we ball in the club, I know you hate it Mami dancing on the floor all like she naked When she laid up with you, I know she fake it All the girls give it to me, I ain't gotta take it Oh-oh! Pop champagne! Oh-oh! Pop champagne! Oh-oh! We pop champagne! Oh-oh! We pop champagne! [Verse 3: No Malice] The wheels cost a fortune like the game show Yellow diamonds leave them bitches Jane Doe I don't speak as if they were the plainclothes Worse than the damn dogs sniffing out my bankroll Play Cloths, latchkey, the running man Run from nothing, I stand firm with gun in hand To all my niggas who wrap funds with rubber band Avoiding the A-Team in undercover vans Praying they never place it in undercover hands Roccoletti—he get me out of jams I'm out west, worry-free, I'm getting out of Lams The talk at home is getting out of hand Man, they wanna hand me over I guess that way, they get to keep what they owe you But it's not a cell to hold us As long as the rock's in the pan like the gold rush [Bridge: Ron Browz & *Pusha T*] I wanna see you dance, see you dance (Clipse) I wanna see you dance, see you dance (I guess it's safe to say '09 is ours, man) I wanna see you dance, see you dance ('Til the Casket Drops) I wanna see you dance, see you dance (Come on) [Intro: Ron Browz] How we ball in the club, I know you hate it Mami dancing on the floor all like she naked When she laid up with you, I know she fake it All the girls give it to me, I ain't gotta take it Oh-oh! Pop champagne! Oh-oh! Pop champagne! Oh-oh! We pop champagne! Oh-oh! We pop champagne!