Yung Joc - Bottle Poppin' lyrics

Chorus: Gorilla Zoe We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye) [x3] Say-say u gettin money, we-we aint seen nuttin We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin [x3] Say-say u gettin money, we-we aint seen nuttin Yung Joc I pull up to the club, jumpin' out of rovers Lookin' like a car show, dat's da way we roll up Dope bois showin love, all da ho's know of us Need extra security, dey know dey cant control us, I see some n***as hatin, I keep dat supersoaker So I V.I.P. my way standin on da sofas Now watch me demonstrate da way a playa post up I don buried cha weight, u know we throw dem toast up Say ya gettin guap, well shawty we aint heard bout it Finna set-up shop, well we ain't even worried bout it Word on da block, oh dey say u servin pie I think ya need ta stop, I got some k**as dat'll get dat work up out 'em I dont got luv fa u busta's, unless u my kinfolk Yea u smell dat fruity fruit err'time da wind blow I throw away dat chump change, I'm all abot dat bigga dough Joc a real hood n***a, just like Gorilla Zoe (Chorus) Gorilla Zoe When da money start droppin, all da ho's start jockin When dem ho's start jockin, dem bottles start poppin When dem bottles start poppin, know dat we're not stoppin Imma keep bringin bottles, den dem models start flockin Imma throw a stack, she gon' throw it back I pop da rubberband, she gon' pop ha back She know dat I ball, she gon' grind da wall She gon' bust it open, fo me & my dawgs Got boi's in da club comin' fresh from the trap Watch dem boi's cuff they gurls, cuz dey know we got dem stacks We in da middle of da flo' blowin cush packs, I got my workers in da bathroom, sellin pill packs Now da party don't stop cuz dey we got dat guap She gon' make ha booty clap and Imma throw another knot When da money still phat, dey know dat its a wrap Bottle poppin ova here, tell dat DJ run it back (Chorus) Yung Joc When my n***a Steve died U know we popped dem bottles n***as tried to run & hide We went lookin wit dem choppas Now it's time to take a ride in dat all black Impala If u n***as think im lyin' I put dat on my momma And dats why err'time, his birthday come up Imma hit da town, from sun down-ta-sun up Buy a couple rounds, till dey all get drunk up Fo my n***a, I'm a clown Like the numba 1 stunna Yea we in da club, my n***as on a pill or two Throw dat b**h a dub, tell dat ho' "I'm feeling you" Pour ha some of dis bub, yea dat's what I'm finna do Den I ask a question, "shorty what'chu in to?" Den she started blushing, told me bring a friend or two A whole lotta rubba's we gon' cut her like a gin-su Flexin bout some money, dat's da sh** beginna's do She know I'm gettin' money and she wanna be a winna too (Chorus)