Jim Jones feat. Ron Browz & Juelz Santana Pop Champagne Lyrics

Pray IV Reign Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Pulling Me Back
  • 3 Let It Out
  • 4 How to Be a Boss
  • 5 Medicine
  • 6 Frenemies
  • 7 Precious
  • 8 Blow the Bank
  • 9 This Is for My Bitches
  • 10 Girlfriend
  • 11 This Is the Life
  • 12 My My My
  • 13 Pop Off
  • 14 Pop Champagne
  • 15 Rain
  • 16 Na Na Nana Na Na
  • Ether boy! Hey!

    [Chorus]
    How we ball in the club I know you hate it
    Mami dancing on the floor all 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! Pop champagne!
    Oh! Pop champagne!
    Oh! We pop champagne!
    Oh! We pop champagne!

    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 this fur in your area
    And she call me all night cause you can get it up
    On my neck on my wrist everything is litted up
    Drinking bottles of that Clique 'till I spit it up
    Only get one life so you gotta live it up
    (Hey!) 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

    When I go to the dealer you know I cop that (What's that?)
    Brand new 'rarri and the roof drop back (The 60)
    Came through Harlem like the Rooftop back
    Money in the bank man you know don't stop that (Stop that stop that stop that!)
    (Oh!) Now we trying to get up in the club
    (Oh!) Try to tell me no cause I'm rolling with the thugs
    (We got money *****!) Until I flash a couple of dollars (Yep!)
    Tell 'em we only want tables and we buying out the bottles
    (Oh!) Y'all know the order
    Tell 'em ten Rose's and a few cold waters (Right!)
    Only Petron and a couple of lemons (Let's go)
    Ten thousand dollars stuffed up in the denims (What else)
    We standing on couches, a couple of women (Hey baby)
    We was balling hard it was just the ninth 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 stopping at the light

    [Chorus]

    Baby I wanna see you work (Go) See you dance (Go)
    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

    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]

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