Fabolous - Pop Bottles lyrics

[Hook:] Start with some shots then pop bottles Flirt with the hood rats then pop bottles [x4] [Fabolous:] Hey somebody tell Ramone we need some more of that Patron Tell Jose get more of that Rosei We ain't come to play tonight Street Fiddadidadamm [Verse 1: Fabolous] Due to the peer pressures of Patrone Ya girlfriend ain't get near messages to her phone Couldn't care less if you was gone The girl took shots to her head like she wear vest'es on her dome Me, I'm on the Rose with the flowers on the bottle I Take a few pulls then pa** the sour to a model You might've seen her on the cover or a center fold Lot of cla** got a a** soft as a dinner roll I got them white stones mixed with canary yellows A 1, 2 step that'll make Ciara Jealous I got heat, do the sun blockin if you wanna Till the guns co*kin' And you're Yung Joc-in' in the corner Get the cops it's goin' down This little n***a heart beat it's slowin' down I pay cash or I swipe the black thing on a b**h Left with two hos and some Mac stains in my Rich Yeah [Hook:] Start with some shots then pop bottles Flirt with the hood rats then pop bottles [x4] [Paul Cain:] Loso what it look like? Let's get it in Yeah [Verse 2: Paul Cain] After a couple of straight shots of the Yak I'm on top of the couches like I don't know how to act These Dior shades cost about a stack Rich Yung tee and denim with the wings across the back (Take my black card) Tell the waitresses to keep the bottles comin' Plus I got about a onion Worth of Kush that I brung in Smokin until I'm done and Two steppin' to the beat I sweepin the dance floor checkin for a freak Really only concerned with her neck down to her feet If her hair right, we might even get breakfast before I skeet In every city we get love Tip dubs Sip bub Make it rain and we ain't even in the strip club You couldn't find her and you know where your b**h was Just a side effect of what the sh** around my wrist does I tell you this cause You better keep it with her Cause n***a if I hit her You might as well forget her [Hook:] Start with some shots then pop bottles Flirt with the hood rats then pop bottles [x4] [Verse 3: Freck The Billionaire] Twenty street n***as iced up and gatted down Hit the club but we don't get patted down Street Fam, Philly Freck got them s**as mad Stay cool quarter mill up in the duffle bag Withdraw thirty about to hit up Opium Fab told Jose to bring the Rosey in I bet these b**hes make a ring around us Ya'll got the police we got bling around us West Philly I'm just reppin where I'm from The E-40 got them b**hes goin' dumb The Fendi Aviators look real fly kid Diamonds blinkin' at these b**hes like eye lids Nice cuban little chick with the dark skin My man Smoke said "Damn you off the charts hun" Straight shots to the head like a marksman She gave me jaws the watch band was shark skin [Hook:] Start with some shots then pop bottles Flirt with the hood rats then pop bottles [x4]