Pop Bottles
Birdman Ft. Lil Wayne Lyrics


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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'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?

Overall Meaning

Birdman and Lil Wayne’s “Pop Bottles” is a braggadocious hip hop song about partying and living lavishly. The song’s lyrics revolve around popping champagne and living like champions, with Birdman and Lil Wayne boasting about their wealth, success, and fame. The chorus emphasizes their baller status, proclaiming “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.”


The first verse describes the party scene, where the duo takes shots and then pops champagne, pouring it on models and demanding they “shut up” and “swallow.” Birdman and Lil Wayne revel in their high fashion, bragging about their Marc Jacobs goggles, and Lil Wayne’s line “fresher than a motherfucker, yep, I’m a motherfucker” asserts his personal style and confidence. The second verse pivots to the rappers' respective successes, with Birdman bragging about his checkbook and shoe brand, while Lil Wayne touches on his musical achievements, “cooking up” his highly anticipated album “Carter 3”.


Overall, the song is an energetic and fun track, with repetitive hooks and catchy rhymes. The lyrics show the rappers’ confidence, bravado, and swagger, and the chorus reinforces their status as winners.


Line by Line Meaning

Okay we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game
We're celebrating like we just won a big game or achievement


Look like I got on a championship ring
I'm looking like a champion with my bling


'Cause I ball hard, no bitch we ball harder
I'm really good and successful, and I work even harder than anyone else


I am the Birdman, and I'm the J.R-ah
I'm Birdman, and I'm with J.R. Smith, another successful person


Okay start with straight shots and then pop bottles
We're starting with shots and then moving on to more expensive champagne


Pour it on the models, "shut up bitch, swallow!"
We're pouring champagne on the models, and telling them to swallow it


If you can't swallow, shut up bitch gargle
If you can't drink it all, then at least gargle with it and stop complaining


Straight up out that water with my Marc Jacobs goggles
I'm ready to party, even down to my goggles


Fresher than a mother fucker, yep I'm a mother fucker
I'm looking great and successful


No I won't take your girl, but I'll sure take her tongue from her
I'm not interested in your girlfriend, but I'll still flirt or talk to her


Can't you tell I'm in love woman, like no other woman
I'm in love with one woman, and she's special to me


Oh I'm sorry sweetheart, I thought you were my other woman
I'm confused because I thought you were someone else


As I recline behind my desk
I'm relaxing at my desk


I ain't got a lot of Nikes but I got a lot of checks
I don't have a lot of shoes, but I have a lot of money


Got my own shoe brand, new on the set
I have my own shoe brand that's just starting out


Went from sittin' in a cell to sittin' on a jet
I went from being in jail to flying in a private jet


From shittin' in a cell to shittin' on a jet
I went from terrible conditions to living a luxurious life


I lost too many friends, but I won too many bets
I've had a lot of loss, but I've also had a lot of success


I made too much money, but I ain't make enough yet
I've made a lot of money, but I'm still hungry for more


So I scratched and, yes, Jr. is the best
I kept working hard, and now Jr. is the best


So many niggas from my hood on they back
A lot of people from my neighborhood are struggling or dead


So many niggas from your hood on they back
A lot of people from your neighborhood are struggling or dead


That's why we so paid and it be like that
That's why we're all getting paid and that's just how it is


I'd rather pop a bottle before I pop a Gat
I'd rather celebrate with champagne than use a gun


Yeah only sipping red champagne
I only drink expensive, high quality champagne


White tee red hat red bandanna
I'm dressed in casual streetwear


Uptown, choppers for companions
I carry guns with me for protection


Fuckin' with the Birdman then we fuck up your companion
Don't mess with me or my friends, or we'll mess you up


Fuckin' with my son and we run up in your mansion
If you mess with my son, we'll come to your house and cause trouble


Chopper make music, bitch start dancin'
The sound of a gun firing is like music, and people start moving to its rhythm


Stunna man back so you know the circumstances
I'm back in the game, and things are going to change because of it


And I'm cookin' up the Carter 3, no advances
I'm working on a new music album, and I don't need any upfront money


All my cars automated, automatic
All of my cars are automatic and modern


No lie we don't even drive no Astons
We don't even drive Aston Martin cars, which are considered luxury cars


Uptown we packin' and we stackin'
We're carrying guns and stacking our money


Young Money, Cash Money we the champions
Me and my friends are successful and champions in the music industry




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

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2024 anyone?

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@joshkim2932

Lil Wayne is the reason why I know all of these damn birdman verses off top

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@janetmccoy2192

Josh Kim Birdman killed this song!

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