Popping Bottles
Popping bottles
I'm the man now
Section lit
Walk around with them bands out
Shawty wilding
With no hands out
Take a sip let it drip
Can't explain how
The way she hop up on the pole
And she get to working
Steady running up them checks
Have them pockets hurting
Nah that ain't her first time
Have them niggas lurking
Nah that ain't her first time
How that booty twerking
I had them bands inside my hands and now she dancing on me
She gripped my pants because she seen them diamonds dancing on me
I'm up in VIP you know them bottles up on the way
And like the sparklers I throw them dollars up and away
Her ass is fat and soft I know she ain't got ass shots
She climbed that pole and dropped it low I bring that cash out
Want her to know I wanna go and give her backshots
Throwing cash out by the load I let it flow I never max out
Pouring shots of Julio, Hennessy, and the Belvidere
So much money on the floor you could see, but you could tell we here
Sabo the forecaster when I'm coming bitch I make it rain
Might just be a thunderstorm, a typhoon, or a hurricane
Popping bottles
I'm the man now
Section lit
Walk around with them bands out
Shawty wilding
With no hands out
Take a sip let it drip
Can't explain how
The way she hop up on the pole
And she get to working
Steady running up them checks
Have them pockets hurting
Nah that ain't her first time
Have them niggas lurking
Nah that ain't her first time
How that booty twerking
I'm the man now
Section lit
Walk around with them bands out
Shawty wilding
With no hands out
Take a sip let it drip
Can't explain how
The way she hop up on the pole
And she get to working
Steady running up them checks
Have them pockets hurting
Nah that ain't her first time
Have them niggas lurking
Nah that ain't her first time
How that booty twerking
I had them bands inside my hands and now she dancing on me
She gripped my pants because she seen them diamonds dancing on me
I'm up in VIP you know them bottles up on the way
And like the sparklers I throw them dollars up and away
Her ass is fat and soft I know she ain't got ass shots
She climbed that pole and dropped it low I bring that cash out
Want her to know I wanna go and give her backshots
Throwing cash out by the load I let it flow I never max out
Pouring shots of Julio, Hennessy, and the Belvidere
So much money on the floor you could see, but you could tell we here
Sabo the forecaster when I'm coming bitch I make it rain
Might just be a thunderstorm, a typhoon, or a hurricane
Popping bottles
I'm the man now
Section lit
Walk around with them bands out
Shawty wilding
With no hands out
Take a sip let it drip
Can't explain how
The way she hop up on the pole
And she get to working
Steady running up them checks
Have them pockets hurting
Nah that ain't her first time
Have them niggas lurking
Nah that ain't her first time
How that booty twerking
Credits
Writer(s): Jared Richard
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