Lyrics
Intro
{Chopper straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) brrr
{Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} (uh-huh) believe that
{Chopper straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya)
{Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models}
Okay we poppin champagne like we won a championship game
(Look like I got on a championship range)
Cuz I ball hard (no bitch we ball harder)
I am the Birdman (and I'm the J.R.)
Lil' Wayne
Okay chopper straight shots and then pop bottles
poor it on the on the models, shut up bitch swallow
If you cant swallow, shut up bitch gargle
Straight up out the water wit my mark Jacob's goggles
Im fresher than a dub, yea I'm a dub
No I wouldn't take ya girl but I should take her thong from her
Could you take it love woman, like no other woman
Im sorry sweetheart, I thought you were my other woman
Chorus
{Chopper straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya)
{Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} (uh-huh)
{Chopper straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya)
{Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models}
Okay we poppin champagne like we won a championship game
(Look like I got on a championship range)
Cuz I ball hard (no bitch we ball harder)
I am the Birdman (and I'm the J.R.)
Birdman
Now as I recline behind my desk
I aint got a lot of nice but I got a lot of checks (money)
Got my own shoe brand new on the set
Went from sittin on a cell to sittin on a jet
From shittin on 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 aint made enough yet
So I scratch, and yes Junior is the best (shawty)
So many n****z from my hood on they back
So many n****z from ya hood on they back
Thats why we so paid and it be like that
I rather pop a bottle, befo I pop a gat
Chorus
{Chopper straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya)
{Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} (uh-huh)
{Chopper straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya)
{Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models}
Okay we poppin champagne like we won a championship game
(Look like I got on a championship range)
Cuz I ball hard (no bitch we ball harder)
I am the Birdman (and I'm the J.R.)
Birdman
Yea, only sippin red champagne
White-tee red hat red bandana
Uptown, chopper f***s the pain
F***in wit the Birdman we choppin yo propane
F***in wit my son man we run up in ya mansion
Chopper make music, bitch start dancin
Stunt a man back so you know the circumstances
And I'm cookin up the Carter 3 no advances (youngin)
All my cars autimatitive automatic
No lie, we don't even drive no askin
Uptown we packin and we stackin (believe that)
Young Money Cash Money we the champion
Chorus
{Chopper straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya)
{Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} (uh-huh)
{Chopper straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya)
{Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models}
Okay we poppin champagne like we won a championship game
(Look like I got on a championship range)
Cuz I ball hard (no bitch we ball harder)
I am the Birdman (and I'm the J.R.)
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