Too Many Drinks

All this Wochardt in my liver Diamonds on me flooded They be dancing like a stripper Answer's on my feet But bitch I'm ballin' like a Clipper Got a bad model vixen And she pullin' on my zipper Yah she pullin' on my zipper Too many drinks no I can't function Drink a bottle down 'til there's nothing Lights, camera, action no production Only want her for the night We can run it Yahhh I take her top off Janet Jackson I'm smokin top shelf But I don't pass it I pop white pills I gotta habit She wanted good Selena So I made it happen Don't need locations Already done got the drop Party way to turnt It ended out in the block Lil Richie in the back with the gang And they screaming fox Turnt up out on main Every street yah we got it hot I can't find no pink Guess I gotta go get that green Wasted out my mind Behind cameras like Charlie sheen Your girl all on my dick I got clips of her on her knees yah Water round my wrist Hit the light and watch it freeze yah I might black out Blow her back out Please don't blow my high I'll spazz out Flex on my haters Just watch me spread this cash out Another night another rager It's going down All this Wochardt in my liver Diamonds on me flooded They be dancing like a stripper Answer's on my feet But bitch I'm ballin' like a Clipper Got a bad model vixen And she pullin' on my zipper Yah she pullin' on my zipper Too many drinks no I can't function Drink a bottle down 'til there's nothing Lights, camera, action no production Only want her for the night We can run it Yahhh Answer 7's on my feet More exclusive then some Gucci Hoes all in my sections They was actin' like they knew me Pouring up my lean She don't want none, she want a truly Blue and purple bills be busting all up out my blue jeans Lemme see if you can run it Got me feeling like Chris Burberry hoodie match the shoes Exclusive shit when you rich And the Chauffeur in a Tahoe pick me up Don't need a lyft Only want her for the night When I leave please don't trip yah Took a piss on a cop car F*ck the law Trap house like a al a carte We got it all I don't care 'bout what the odds are I'm finna ball Got her singin' her nah nah nah All night long Moon rock got me higher then a U.f.o. All this shit that I done been thru homie You don't know Tabs up in my body I might Lose control On the highway straight to hell I'm on Cruise control All this Wochardt in my liver Diamonds on me flooded They be dancing like a stripper Answer's on my feet But bitch I'm ballin' like a Clipper Got a bad model vixen And she pullin' on my zipper Yah she pullin' on my zipper Too many drinks no I can't function Drink a bottle down 'til there's nothing Lights, camera, action no production Only want her for the night We can run it Yahhh