Pop Champagne Clipse (Ft. Ab-Liva)

[Intro: Ron Browz & Pusha T]
Ether boy!
Ugh
Okay, Pusha
Hey!

[Intro: Ron Browz & Pusha T]
How we ball in the club, I know you hate it (Clipse)
Mami dancing on the floor all like she naked
When she laid up with you, I know she fake it ('Til the Casket Drops)
All the girls give it to me, I ain't gotta take it
Oh-oh! Pop champagne!
Oh-oh! Pop champagne!
Oh-oh! We pop champagne!
Oh-oh! We pop champagne!

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Eight niggas, sixteen bottles and four couches
Champagne spilling like a never-ending fountain
Spent 'bout a dime at the bar, but who's counting?
Holla if you looking for powder—we got mountains
Yuugh! Throw a kilo like a free throw
Weight-watchers tugging at my sleeves, so I "Heave, ho"
Feds got a nigga Tivo'd
Where's the fish scale? They tryna find Nemo
The Gucci pants is Houndstooth (Yes)
The Coupe outside is soundproof (woo!)
My Lanvin shades is clown-proof
So I don't see you niggas dressed in your clown suits