Alcohol - Millionaires

Hyphy Crunk, spin that shit.

yeah

MILLIONAIRES.

that’s right.

friday night it’s time to party

drop it down and get real naughty

girls talk shit, we don’t care

we’ll take off our underwear!

drinking cocktails,

beers with lime

all these guys yell «she's a dime!»

i just wink and blow a kiss

while all these girls just bitch and diss

come get fucked up!

give me my alcohol

let’s get fucked up!

this bitch is trying to take a shot

she can’t down one, what else she got?

jaeger, vodka, even whiskey

down that shit, don’t be a…

pussy

who needs pepsi, juice, or sprite?

if you do you’re weak (thats right)

i down my shots and gulp my beers

til’every drop disappears

(bridge)

everytime i’m at the bar, you wanna pay

go ahead, buy me a drink… you won’t get laid.

everytime i’m at the bar, you wanna pay

go ahead, buy me a drink… you won’t get laid.

everytime i’m at the bar, you wanna pay

go ahead, buy me a drink… you won’t get laid.

all these boys are drinking ale

and we bust out White Zinfandel!

yeah we’re getting pretty trashed

but these boys ain’t gettin any ass

drink every drink that could be tasted

look at us, we’re fuckin wasted

we stumble, mumble, no one cares

just cause we’re the MILLIONAIRES!