Mack Maine - Poppin Them Bottles lyrics

[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]