Too Many Drinks Lyrics

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

Fuck 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