Jim Jones feat. Juelz Santana and Ron Browz Lyrics
"Pop Champagne"

Ron Browz:
Ether Boy
Hey

Chorus
Ron Browz:
How we ball in the club, I know you hate it
Mami dancin' on the floor 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-Ohhhh
Pop champagne
Oh-Ohhhh
Pop champagne
Oh-Ohhhh
We pop champagne
Oh-Ohhhh
We pop champagne

Verse 1
Ron Browz:
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 the spur in your area
And she call me all night cuz you can't get it up
On my neck on my wrist everything is glitted up
Drinkin' bottles of that Clique till I spit it up
Only get one life so you gotta live it up
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

Verse 2
Jim Jones:
When I go to the dealer you know I cop that (What's that?)
Brand new rolly and the roof drop back (The 60)
Came through Harlem like the Rooftop back (Ayo!)
Money in the bank man you know don't stop that
(Stop that stop that stop that)
(Ohhhhhh!)
Now we tryin' to get up in the club
Try to tell me no cuz I'm rollin' with the thugs
(We got money bitch)
Until I flash a couple of dollars (Yep!)
Tell 'em we only want tables and we buyin out the bottles
(Ohhhhhh!) Y'all know the order
Tell 'em 10 Roses and a few cold waters (Right)
Only Patron and a couple of lemons (Let's go)
Ten thousand dollars stuffed up in the denims (What else)
We standin' on couches, a couple of women (Hey baby)
We was ballin' hard it was just the 9th 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 stoppin at the light

Chorus
Ron Browz:
How we ball in the club, I know you hate it
Mami dancin' on the floor 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-Ohhhh
Pop champagne
Oh-Ohhhh
Pop champagne
Oh-Ohhhh
We pop champagne
Oh-Ohhhh
We pop champagne

Verse 3
Juelz Santana:
Baby I wanna see you work, see you dance
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

Bridge
Ron Browz:
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
Ron Browz:
How we ball in the club, I know you hate it
Mami dancin' on the floor 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-Ohhhh
Pop champagne
Oh-Ohhhh
Pop champagne
Oh-Ohhhh
We pop champagne
Oh-Ohhhh
We pop champagne