All she wanna do is drink, drink, drink

I got five chains on, my shit go klink, klink, klink

Yeah

Met her, got a drink up on her, she a straight fool wit' it

I don't know what to do wit' it

I try my best to get it off mine, and on her chest

I'm 'bout to show her how to fool wit' it, uh

Aw, skeet-skeet

She love the sound of my klink-klink

I told her I could shut the whole city down

Got her runnin' to the store for the TP, uh

Now she need me on a weekly basis

You ain't gotta CC me, I just wanna see them freaky faces, uh

Hookah-hookah got her tootin' that booty on up

Yo, I got that rooter-tooter, bring that booty to me

We done sexed enough, we got to fuck

She goin' loosey-goosey, I go willy-nilly, she gon' put the D'Ussé in the cup

Oh, my God

I don't wanna screw-screw it up, ah

She just need some more of me

But I'ma still need that eleven-fifty

'Cause a Bentley don't ride on pussy thoughts alone

Unless you wanna get in yo' shit and come get me

That sound like a better plan to me

'Cause that **** spendin' all this money on ya

That sound like a better man than me

'Cause all I wanna do is drink, drink, drink

I got five chains on, my shit go klink, klink, klink

All I wanna do is—

I got five chains on, my shit go—

Mmm-mmm

Mmm-mmm