Poppin Them Bottles Lil Wayne (Ft. Curren$y & Mack Maine)

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Straight up, fuck y'all—

[Chorus: Mack Maine, Lil Wayne, DJ Drama & DJ tags]
Now, ever since I could remember, I been poppin' them bottles (Young Money)
Pop— Poppin' them bottles, pop— poppin' them bottles
Now, ever since I could remember, I been smokin' that 'dro
(Shout-out my nigga Willie the Kid! Shout-out The Replacements! AMG!)
With my motherfucking pistol in my hand, in my hand (Dr— Dramatic, nigga! Dramatic!)
Now, ever since I could remember, I been poppin' them bottles (My niggas up next! Yeah)
Pop— Poppin' them bottles, pop— poppin' them bottles (Young Money! Oww!)
Now, ever since I could remember, I been smokin' that 'dro (Cash Money, haha! Mr. Game Seven!)
With my motherfucking pistol in my hand, in my hand (Weezy, talk to 'em! Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
When it comes to the bread, I got the keys to the bakery
These niggas out 'chere trippin', sellin' keys to them agencies
My bitch keep saying that the judge got a date for me
I tell a silly bitch and your honor they can wait for me
I'm gone in the coupe with the roof steady chasing me
Shine so hard, like the fucking sun facing me—basically
Take it how you take it, I be making you be hating me
Loving me, but hating me; ho, you got to pay for me
Riding in the big boys, sitting on them grown folks
Every time I park, it's a motherfucking car show
I guess I'm the number-one Lakers fan
Yellow bottle, yellow bottle; purple bag, purple bag