Birdman was born and raised in Uptown New Orleans. With his brother Ronald "Slim" Williams, Birdman founded Cash Money Records in 1991. He used his first moniker B-32 (Baby with the 32 Golds) and released his only independent album I Need a Bag of Dope in 1993.
In 1997, he joined rapper Mannie Fresh to form the duo Big Tymers. Big Tymers debuted in 1998 with the album How Ya Luv That? and went on to release I Got That Work in 2000 and Hood Rich in 2002. I Got That Work had the hit singles "Get Your Roll On" and "#1 Stunna"; Hood Rich had "Still Fly", which was nominated for a Grammy, and "Oh Yeah!". Big Money Heavyweight followed in 2003, the group disbanded in 2004.
In 2002 Birdman released his self-titled debut studio album, Birdman, with the singles "Do That" and "What Happened to That Boy" (with Clipse). Since that album, Birdman made guest performances on the singles "Let's Get Down" by Bow Wow, "Hell Yeah" by Ginuwine, and "Bounce Back" by Juvenile.
Birdman released his third studio album Fast Money in 2005, Fast Money spawned the singles "Get Your Shine On" and "Neck of the Woods", both of which featured Lil Wayne. For Lil Wayne, Birdman produced and performed on tracks on Tha Carter and Tha Carter II.
Birdman & Lil' Wayne released an album titled Like Father, Like Son. It was certified Gold and spawned three singles, including "Stuntin' Like My Daddy" and "Leather So Soft". He was also featured on the remixes of the bestselling rap singles "We Fly High" by Jim Jones and "Make It Rain" by Fat Joe. In 2007 Birdman released his fourth studio album, 5 * Stunna. The first single, "Pop Bottles," featuring Lil Wayne and Jadakiss, was a hit, as well as the second single "100 Million," which featured Rick Ross, Lil Wayne, Young Jeezy, Dre & DJ Khaled. The third single featuring Lil Wayne, titled "I Run This," was a hit as well.
Birdman's first single from his fifth album Pricele$$ was "Always Strapped", featuring Lil Wayne, and the second "Written on Her", featuring British singer Jay Sean. "Southside" featuring Lil Wayne is the third single. "Money to Blow" featuring Drake and Lil Wayne is the fourth single. "4 My Town (Play Ball)" featuring Drake and Lil Wayne is the fifth single. "Written on Her" also became Birdman's first UK release in December 2009.
In 2010 he was going to release an album titled "Priceless 2" a sequel to his previous album, but changed it to "Bigger Than Life'' The first promotional single was titled "Loyalty" and featured Lil Wayne and Tyga. Other collaborations will come from Rick Ross, Young Jeezy, Bun B and Drake. The album will drop during first quater of 2011. He released a music video for a possible future single, "My Jewel" which features Bun B and Young Jeezy. He released the first official single "Fire Flame" on November 22, 2010 which features Lil Wayne.
Birdman has an estimated net worth of over $400 million. Much of that money has come from a variety of business deals with Universal Music Group as well as from sales within Cash Money Records. His total net worth makes him the second richest rapper in history behind Jay-Z.
Pop Bottles
Birdman Lyrics
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Flirt with the hood rats, then pop models (uh-huh)
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah)
Flirt with the hood rats, then pop models
Okay, we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game
Look like I got on a championship ring
'Cause I ball hard, no, bitch, we ball harder
I am the Birdman, and I'm the J.R-ah
Okay, start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah)
Pour it on the models, "shut up bitch, swallow" (haha)
If you can't swallow, shut up, bitch, gargle (ya dig?)
Straight up out that water with my Marc Jacobs goggles (nigga, I'm)
Fresher than a motherfucker, yep, I'm a motherfucker
No, I wouldn't take your girl, but I'll sure take her tongue from her
Can't you tell I'm in love, woman, like no other woman
Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart, I thought you were my other woman (my bad)
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah)
Flirt with the hood rats, then pop models (uh-huh)
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah)
Flirt with the hood rats, then pop models
Okay, we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game
Look like I got on a championship ring
'Cause I ball hard, no, bitch, we ball harder
I am the Birdman, and I be J.R-ah
Now as I recline behind my desk
I ain't got a lot of Nikes, but I got a lot of checks (money)
Got my own shoe, brand new on the set (on the set)
Went from sittin' in a cell to sittin' on a jet (believe that)
From shittin' in a cell to shittin' on a jet
I lost too many friends, but I won too many bets (too many bets)
I made too much money, I ain't make enough yet
So I scratched and yes, Jr. is the best (shawty)
So many niggas from my hood on they back (on they back)
So many niggas from your hood on they back (on they back)
That's why we so paid and it be like that
I'd rather pop a bottle before I pop a gat, yeah
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah)
Flirt with the hood rats, then pop models (well, uh-huh)
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah)
Flirt with the hood rats, then pop models
Okay, we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game
Look like I got on a championship ring
'Cause I ball hard, no, bitch, we ball harder
I am the Birdman, and I'm the J.R-ah
Yeah, only sippin' red champagne
White tee, red hat, red bandanna (believe that)
Uptown, choppers for companions (for companions)
Fuckin' with the Birdman, we choppin' your companion
Fuckin' with my son and we run up in your mansion
Chopper make music, bitch, start dancin' (start dancin')
Stunna Man back, so you know the circumstances
And I'm cookin' up Tha Carter III, no advances (C3, young'n)
All my cars automated, automatic
No lie, we don't even drive no Aston
Uptown, we packin' and we stackin' (believe that)
Young Money, Cash Money, we the champions (yeah)
You already know what it is (yeah)
Stunna Man (Stunna Man), Jr. (what up, yo?)
We bounce back like that (uh-huh)
We get meals with the mills, baby (yeah)
The last mob, it's M-O-B, baby, one hunnid
Okay, we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game
Look like I got on a championship ring
'Cause I ball hard, no, bitch, we ball harder
I am the Birdman, and I'm the J.R-ah, ya dig?
The lyrics to Birdman's song "Pop Bottles" are primarily focused on the artist's luxurious lifestyle and his affinity for expensive champagne. The opening line, "Start with straight shots and then pop bottles," is indicative of the song's overall theme. The lyrics go on to describe the artist's interactions with both "hood rats" and "models," and how he spends his days "popping champagne" as if he had won a championship game. The chorus repeats the opening line, reminding listeners to always start with straight shots before popping bottles and to always strive for more than what they have.
The verses are replete with materialistic references, such as the artist's "championship ring" and "Marc Jacobs goggles." He frequently flaunts his wealth, noting how he has gone from "sitting in a cell to sitting on a jet" and how he prefers "popping a bottle before popping a gat." While Birdman's lyrics may come across as shallow or ostentatious to some, they ultimately serve to reinforce the idea that striving for success is admirable and that hard work can lead to a life of luxury.
Line by Line Meaning
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah)
Let's start with something normal and work our way up to celebrating extravagantly
Flirt with the hood rats, then pop models (uh-huh)
First, we'll entertain the lower class women and then upgrade to higher class models
Okay, we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game
Look like I got on a championship ring
'Cause I ball hard, no, bitch, we ball harder
I am the Birdman, and I'm the J.R-ah
We're celebrating like we just won a game, with champagne and flashy jewelry, because we're successful and we work harder than anyone else (self-promotion)
Pour it on the models, "shut up bitch, swallow" (haha)
We're going to pour champagne on the models and tell them to swallow it, demeaning them and asserting our dominance
If you can't swallow, shut up, bitch, gargle (ya dig?)
If they can't handle it, they should keep quiet and just gargle the champagne, because we're in charge here
Straight up out that water with my Marc Jacobs goggles (nigga, I'm)
Fresher than a motherfucker, yep, I'm a motherfucker
I'm so fresh that I can emerge from the water without even needing to dry off, and I'm confident and impressive
No, I wouldn't take your girl, but I'll sure take her tongue from her
I'm not interested in stealing someone's girlfriend, but I'm definitely interested in hooking up with her and making sure she's satisfied
Can't you tell I'm in love, woman, like no other woman
Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart, I thought you were my other woman (my bad)
I'm so in love with women that I can't even keep them straight, but it's all in good fun
Now as I recline behind my desk
I ain't got a lot of Nikes, but I got a lot of checks (money)
I'm successful and wealthy, but I don't need flashy shoes to prove it
Got my own shoe, brand new on the set (on the set)
Went from sittin' in a cell to sittin' on a jet (believe that)
I've come a long way from being in jail to owning my own shoe brand and traveling by private jet
So many niggas from my hood on they back (on they back)
So many niggas from your hood on they back (on they back)
That's why we so paid and it be like that
I'd rather pop a bottle before I pop a gat, yeah
Many people from our neighborhoods are struggling or dead, so we're grateful for our wealth, and would rather celebrate than resort to violence
Yeah, only sippin' red champagne
White tee, red hat, red bandanna (believe that)
Uptown, choppers for companions (for companions)
We're enjoying fancy red champagne while sporting a coordinated outfit, and we have gun-toting companions for safety
Fuckin' with the Birdman, we choppin' your companion
Fuckin' with my son and we run up in your mansion
Chopper make music, bitch, start dancin' (start dancin')
Stunna Man back, so you know the circumstances
Cross us or our family and we'll use violence against you, using guns like musical instruments to get people to dance in fear
And I'm cookin' up Tha Carter III, no advances (C3, young'n)
All my cars automated, automatic
No lie, we don't even drive no Aston
Uptown, we packin' and we stackin' (believe that)
Young Money, Cash Money, we the champions (yeah)
I'm working hard on my successful music career while enjoying automated cars and weapons, and our record labels are on top
You already know what it is (yeah)
Stunna Man (Stunna Man), Jr. (what up, yo?)
We bounce back like that (uh-huh)
We get meals with the mills, baby (yeah)
The last mob, it's M-O-B, baby, one hunnid
We're resilient, successful, and loyal to our crew, making money and sticking together through thick and thin
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Wayne Brown, Dwayne Carter, Shandel Green, Steve Morales, Jason Phillips, Deke Richards
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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Yuppp
@joshkim2932
Lil Wayne is the reason why I know all of these damn birdman verses off top
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Josh Kim Birdman killed this song!
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