The Millionaires - Alcohol lyrics
(M)Hyphy Crunk, spin that shit.
(M)friday night it's time to party
(D)drop it down and get real naughty
(A)girls talk shit, we don't care
(A)we'll take off our underwear!
(M)beers with lime
(D)all these guys yell "she's a dime!"
(M)i just wink and blow a kiss
(A)while all these girls just bitch and diss
(M)come get fucked up!
(D)give me my alcohol
(A)let's get fucked up!
(M)this bitch is trying to take a shot
(M)she can't down one, what else she got?
(D)jaeger, vodka, even whiskey
(A)down that shit, don't be a...
(M)who needs pepsi, juice, or sprite?
(A)if you do you're weak (thats right)
(A)i down my shots and gulp my beers
(D)til' every drop disappears
(M)everytime i'm at the bar, you wanna pay
(M)go ahead, buy me a drink...you won't get laid.
(D)everytime i'm at the bar, you wanna pay
(D)go ahead, buy me a drink...you won't get laid.
(A)everytime i'm at the bar, you wanna pay
(A)go ahead, buy me a drink...you won't get laid.
(A)all these boys are drinking ale
(D)and we bust out White Zinfandel!
(M)yeah we're getting pretty trashed
(D)but these boys ain't gettin any ass
(M)drink every drink that could be tasted
(M)look at us, we're fuckin wasted
(A)we stumble, mumble, no one cares
(D)just cause we're the MILLIONAIRES!
(drunkin mumbling and slurring hahahahaha)