[Hook]
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 motherf**ing pistol in my hand
[Lil Wayne]
When it comes to the bread, I got the keys to the bakery
These n***as out here trippin, sellin ki's to them agencies
My b**h keep saying that the judge got a date for me
I tell the silly b**h and ya honor, they can wait for me
I'm gone in the coupe with the roof steady chasing me
Shine so hard like the f**ing 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 motherf**ing car show
I guess I'm the number one Lakers fan
Yellow bottle, yellow bottle, purple bag, purple bag
[Hook] {X2}
[Curren$y]
Well they know me as the Curren$y, but some call me the Hot Spitta
Sittin in the Chevy on three wheels like a tricycle
Always been a fly n***a since I was a little one
Bottle pop like the NBA finals is what we won
I puff a lot of blunts with my n***a 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 Prive, Patron shots for the models
And send a bottle of that Cris' up to the DJ
I live by these rules, only money over b**hes
And it been like that ever since I could remember
[Hook] {X2}
[Mack Maine]
I just copped me some purp, I'm bout to open up
I put my heart in my prices, see I'mma show you love
See I front you an ounce to get you started clown
And you ain't got to go to Mickie D's for quarter pounds
I be in A-Town, livin' la vida la loca
Throwin that money on chichas, spendin' a stack up in Strokers
Yes I'm an animal, to be frank I'm a dog
If it's that time of the month, baby girl I need some skull
Some mouth and lip service, that'd be perfect
You saw the rims on the Benz and you got nervous
But I'm a G, yep
I pop my collar, hop in Impalas
Ride for the dollars, hit the club
Go straight to the bar and pop my
Bottles
[Hook]