Lyrics:

Pop Champagne (Feat. Ron Browz & Juelz Santana)
Jim Jones
(Ron Browz)
Ether boy
Hey, how we ball in the club I know u hate it
Mommy dancin on the floor I like she naked
when she layed up wit chu i know she fake it
All the girls give it to me
I aint gotta take it

Oh
Pop champagne ohh
Pop champagne ohh
We pop champagne ohh
We pop champagne

We need more bottles tell ma hurry up
Tell em Ron Browz here, hottest in America
Gimme 16 bars and u know ill tear it up
Know its me when u see the spur in ya area
And she call me all night cause you cant get it up
On my neck on my wrist
Everything is blitted up
Drinkin bottles of that clique till i spit it up
Only gettin one life so u gotta live it up

If you in the things im in
Shawty we can be friends
Shawty we can be friends
But right now

I wanna see you dance see you dance
I wanna see you dance see you dance
I wanna see you dance see you dance
I wanna see you dance see you dance

(Jim Jones)
When I go to the deal a you know I cop that
Brand new rolly and the roof drop back
Came thru harlem like the roof top back .. eyoooou
Money in the bank man u know I stop that (stop that stop that)
Now we trya get up in the club .. ooohh
Tryna tell me no cus we rollin wit the thugs (got money b****)
So I flash a couple a dollars
Tellem we only want tables and we buyin out da bottles ..
Ohhhh but cha’ll kno the order
Tell em 10 rozes and a few cold waters (right)
Trolly trone and a couple of lemons (lets go)
Ten thousand dollars stuffed up in my denims (what else)
Standin on couches couple of womens (ay baby)
We was ballin hard it was just the 9th finnin (its early)
I told shawty we could be friends (yup)
And your friends could meet my friends (what else)
We could do this on a weekend, on a weekday
We could do this on the freeway
Get it in a freak way s***, we could get it on three way
Black berry two ways souped up cars on the thru way (yup)
We superstars no lupe
We could do this like a duet
Yall be the singers im the mic
Let me deal it nice
This was in the car while I was stoppin at the light

(Ron Browz)
How we ball in the club I know you hate it
Mommy dancin on the floor I like she naked
When she layed up wit chu I know she fake it
All the girls give it to me
I aint gotta take it

Oh
Pop champagne ohh
Pop champagne ohh
We pop champagne ohh
We pop champagne

(Juelz Santana)
Baby I wanna see you work
See you dance without no shirt (no)
Without those pants
Pop champagne aint a damn thing change
Spray it in the air make it champagne rain (haa)
Buckets of ice keep the champagne cool (cool)
Mommy got a body see that damn thing move
But, its no sex in the champagne room
Says who?
Baby I brake all rules(yea)
Bring it here and I brake off you
She see me in vip I wanna brake on crew
(face it)
When she wit you she lyin you bet she fake it
When she wit me she like it
She never fake it

(Ron Browz)
I wanna see you dance see you dance
I wanna see you dance see you dance
I wanna see you dance see you dance
I wanna see you dance see you dance

How we ball in the club i know u hate it
Mommy dancin on the floor I like she naked
When she layed up wit chu I know she fake it
All the girls give it to me
I aint gotta take it

Oh
Pop champagne ohh
Pop champagne ohh
We pop champagne ohh
We pop champagne