Lil Wayne — Poppin Them Bottles

[Intro: Lil Wayne] Straight up, fuck y'all— [Hook: Mack Maine, Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ tags] Now, ever since I could remember, I been poppin' them bottles (Young Money) Pop— Poppin' them bottles, pop— poppin' them bottles Now, ever since I could remember, I been smokin' that 'dro (Shout-out my nigga Willie the Kid! Shout-out The Replacements! AMG!) With my motherfucking pistol in my hand, in my hand (Dr— Dramatic, nigga! Dramatic!) Now, ever since I could remember, I been poppin' them bottles (My niggas up next! Yeah) Pop— Poppin' them bottles, pop— poppin' them bottles (Young Money! Oww!) Now, ever since I could remember, I been smokin' that 'dro (Cash Money, haha! Mr. Game Seven!) With my motherfucking pistol in my hand, in my hand (Weezy, talk to 'em! Gangsta Gri-Zillz!) [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] When it comes to the bread, I got the keys to the bakery These niggas out 'chere trippin', sellin' keys to them agencies My bitch keep saying that the judge got a date for me I tell a silly bitch and your honor they can wait for me I'm gone in the coupe with the roof steady chasing me Shine so hard, like the fucking sun facing me—basically Take it how you take it, I be making you be hating me Loving me, but hating me; ho, you got to pay for me Riding in the big boys, sitting on them grown folks Every time I park, it's a motherfucking car show I guess I'm the number-one Lakers fan Yellow bottle, yellow bottle; purple bag, purple bag [Hook: Mack Maine, Curren$y, & DJ tags] Now, ever since I could remember, I been poppin' them bottles Pop— Poppin' them bottles, pop— poppin' them bottles Now, ever since I could remember, I been smokin' that 'dro With my motherfucking pistol in my hand, in my hand Now, ever since I could remember, I been poppin' them bottles Pop— Poppin' them bottles, pop— poppin' them bottles (Yeah) Now, ever since I could remember (Ahem), I been smokin' that 'dro (Yeah) With my motherfucking pistol in my hand, in my hand (Yeah! Gangsta Gri-Zillz!) [Verse 2: Curren$y] Well, they know me as lil' Curren$y, but some call me "The Hot Spitta" Sittin' in the Chevy on three wheels, like a tricycle Always been a fly nigga since I was a little one Bottle-pop like the NBA Finals is what we won (Yeah) I puff a lot of blunts (Yeah) with my nigga, Weezy B One night, I was so high, I thought that I forgot how to read Young Money fly boys, mami—weed a different breed Throwing parties at secret locations somewhere on the beach We off in Privé, Patrón shots for the models And send a bottle of that Cris' up to the DJ I live by these rules only: money over bitches (Ha) And it been like that ever since I could remember [Hook: Mack Maine] Now, ever since I could remember, I been poppin' them bottles Pop— Poppin' them bottles, pop— poppin' them bottles Now, ever since I could remember, I been smokin' that 'dro With my motherfucking pistol in my hand, in my hand Now, ever since I could remember, I been poppin' them bottles Pop— Poppin' them bottles (Hey), pop— poppin' them bottles (Hey) Now, ever since I could remember (Hey), I been smokin' that 'dro (Bitch, I'm Mack Maine!) With my motherfucking pistol in my hand, in my hand (Hey, hey, ayy) [Verse 3: Mack Maine] I just copped me some purp' (Purp'), I'm 'bout to open up (Chyeah) I put my heart in my prices—see, I'ma show you love See, I front you an ounce—to get you started, clown (Yeah) And you ain't got to go to Mickey-D's for quarter-pounds (Ugh) I be in A-Town, livin' la vida, la loca (Yeah) Throwin' that money on cho'cha (Yeah), spendin' a stack up in Strokers (Chyeah) Yes, I'm a ani-mal (Ani-mal); to be frank, I'm a dog If it's that time of the month, baby-girl, I need some skull (Bitch!) Some mouth-and-lip service—that'd be perfect You saw the rims on the Benz, and you got nervous (Ugh) But I'm a G—yep! I pop my collar (Ugh), hop in Impalas (Ugh) Ride for the dollars (Ugh), hit the club (Ugh) Go straight to the bar (Ugh), and pop my bottles (Ugh) [Hook: Mack Maine] Now, ever since I could remember, I been poppin' them bottles Pop— Poppin' them bottles, pop— poppin' them bottles Now, ever since I could remember, I been smokin' that 'dro With my motherfucking pistol in my hand, in my hand Now, ever since I could remember, I been poppin' them bottles Pop— Poppin' them bottles, pop— poppin' them bottles Now, ever since I could remember, I been smokin' that 'dro With my motherfucking pistol in my hand, in my hand [Outro: DJ Drama] Young Money! Big shout to Alexis Motors! My nigga, Troy—what up, Carlo?