Playboi Carti
POP BOTTLES
[Chorus] x2
You  mad at me? (Hol' up, uh)
Hey,  nah
On these shopping sprees, overseas (Hol' up, uh)
Hell, nah
We  pop bottles, we pop bottles, we like models now (What? Buh, buh, buh)
Yah 

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, she eat dick like she get down
Pass  that hoe then shut it down (Yeah)
My bih dress in ruby red (Hol' up, slatt)

[Verse]
I fucked that lil' bih to bed (Fsh, fsh, slatt)
Fucked that hoe like, "Where you at?" (Yeah)
Too  many hoes (Yeah), but my favorite missin’ (Woah)
Where she at? (Hol' up, yah, hol' up)
I'm ahead (What? What?), payin’ attention (Woah)
Cocaine music, we got (Fsh, fsh, uh)
Condo (Buh, buh), and a boat (Buh, buh, buh, buh)
Hold on, how you get here?
We gone (Yeah), atmosphere (Yah)
We got (Fsh), pills in here (Yuh, what?)
Wake up, in a spaceship (Woah, blatt, phew)
You in a hellcat, maybe that’s why you ain’t take her (Yah)
Let’s get back to business (Hol' up, hol' up, yah)
[Chorus]
You mad at me? (Hol' up, uh)
Hey, nah
On these shopping sprees, overseas (Hol' up, uh)
Hell, nah
We pop bottles, we pop bottles, we like models now (What? Buh, buh, buh)
Yah

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, she eat dick like she get down
Pass that hoe then shut it down (Yeah)
My bih dress in ruby red (Hol' up, slatt)

[Chorus]
You mad at me? (Hol' up, uh)
Hey, nah
On these shopping sprees, overseas (Hol' up, uh)
Hell, nah
We pop bottles, we pop bottles, we like models now (What? Buh, buh, buh)
Yah