Pop Champagne - Jim Jones ft Ron Browz and Juelz Santana (lyrics) Ether boy Hey How we ball in the club, I know you hate it Mami dancin\u0027 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\u0027t gotta take it Oh oo, pop champagne Oh oo, pop champagne Oh oo, we pop champagne Oh oo, we pop champagne We need more bottles tell ma hurry up Tell \u0027em Ron Browz here hottest in America Gimme sixteen bars and you know I tear it up Know it\u0027s me when you see this fur in your area And she call me all night \u0027cause you can get it up On my neck, on my wrist everything is litted up Drinkin\u0027 bottles of that clique \u0027till I spit it up Only get one life so you gotta live it up (hey) If you in the things I\u0027m 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\u0027s that?) Brand new \u0027rarri and the roof drop back (The 60) Came through Harlem like the rooftop back Money in the bank man you know don\u0027t stop that (Stop that, stop that, stop that) (oh oo) Now we tryin\u0027 to get up in the club (oh oo) Try to tell me no cause I\u0027m rollin with the thugs (We got money bitch) So I flash a couple of dollars (Yep) Tell \u0027em we only want tables and we buyin\u0027 out the bottles (oh oo) But y\u0027all know the order Tell \u0027em ten Rose\u0027s and a few cold waters (Right) Only petron and a couple of lemons (Let\u0027s go) Ten thousand dollars stuffed up in the denims (What else?) We standin\u0027 on couches, a couple of women (Hey baby) We was ballin\u0027 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 (shit) We could get in on three way (Oh) Blackberry two way, souped up cars on the throughway (Yep) We superstars no Lupe, we could do this like a duet But y\u0027all be the singers on the mic, wait let me dim the lights This was in the car while I was stoppin\u0027 at the light How we ball in the club, I know you hate it Mami dancin\u0027 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\u0027t gotta take it Oh oo, pop champagne Oh oo, pop champagne Oh oo, we pop champagne Oh oo, we pop champagne Baby I wanna see you work (go), see you dance (go) Without no shirt, without those pants Pop champagne ain\u0027t a damn thing change Spray it in the air make it champagne rain Buckets of ice keep the champagne cool (cool) Mami got a body see that damn thing move But it\u0027s no sex in the champagne room Says who? Baby I\u0027ll break all rules Bring it here and I\u0027ll break off you She see me in V.I.P and wanna break on through When she with you she lyin\u0027 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 How we ball in the club, I know you hate it Mami dancin\u0027 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\u0027t gotta take it Oh oo, pop champagne Oh oo, pop champagne Oh oo, we pop champagne Oh oo, we pop champagne