Eh, ay yuh, shit

Um, I'm runnin' for president, um

I need you to vote for me

I got a cup full of drink, table full of women

Money in the hand and the room keeps spinnin'

Body keeps sweatin', one two steppin'

Eyes hella low but I like this feelin'

I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up

My wrist shinin', 'cause I stay grindin'

I'm the man of the future

I got white diamonds, red diamonds

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Shit I even got fuschia

She winked at me, so I winked back

Where the waitress at, let's get it in motion

Yeah I got the potion I thought you should know

Bitch on my arm like Marilyn Monroe

And she like bitches so I like her

Playin' with the kitty and it ain't got fur

We need drinks, right now, not later

Straight shots, fuck chasers

Grey Goose and Patron, now I'm gone

Every song is now my song

Nothing's wrong, I'm just faded

Turn that up, that's my favorite

I got a cup full of drink, table full of women

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Money in the hand and the room keeps spinnin'

Body keeps sweatin', one two steppin'

Eyes hella low but I like this feelin'

I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up

And these girls keep starin', and my eyes keep winkin'

Honey's in the head 'cause a nigga ain't thinkin'

Talkin' with a slur but a nigga still drinkin'

Spilt on my shoes, damn they're European

What you say, what you lookin' like

What you turkin' with

Turn around, let me see it, can you turn a bit

Can you tell me baby thought of that back

Come fuck a young nigga that rap

Hold on what's next, let's flex, no test

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I must have sex, let's try it

Let's talk for a little bit

Fuck that let's fuck for a little bit

And that's that

I got a cup full of drink, table full of women

Money in the hand and the room keeps spinnin'

Body keeps sweatin', one two steppin'

Eyes hella low but I like this feelin'

I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up

I said, weeee should have some drinks

Tell meeeee, what you think

Maybeeeee, we can go

Back, to my home

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I got a cup full of drink, table full of women

Money in the hand and the room keeps spinnin'

Body keeps sweatin', one two steppin'

Eyes hella low but I like this feelin'

I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up

10 bottles on the wall (on the wall)

If one bottle falls

I dunno, somethin' on the wall