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 niggas 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 killas 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 nigga, just like Gorilla Zoe

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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

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Yung Joc
When my nigga Steve died
U know we popped dem bottles
Niggas 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 niggas 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 nigga, I'm a clown
Like the numba 1 stunna
Yea we in da club, my niggas on a pill or two
Throw dat bitch 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 shit beginna's do
She know I'm gettin' money and she wanna be a winna too

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