text: Ive been drinking, Ive been drinking
  I get filthy when that liquor get into me
  Ive been thinking, Ive been thinking
  Why cant I keep my fingers off you, baby?
  I want you, na na
  Why cant I keep my fingers off you, baby?
  I want you, na na
  Cigars on ice, cigars on ice
  Feeling like an animal with these cameras all in my grill
  Flashing lights, flashing lights
  You got me faded, faded, faded
  Baby, I want you, na na
  Cant keep your eyes off my fatty
  Daddy, I want you, na na
  Drunk in love, I want you
  We woke up in the kitchen saying
  How the hell did this shit happen? Oh baby
  Drunk in love we be all night
  Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grinding up in that club
  Drunk in love
  We be all night, love, love
  We be all night, love, love
  We be all night, and everything alright
  No complaints for my body, so fluorescent under these lights, boy Im drinking
  Walking in my lassemblage
  Im rubbin on it, rub-rubbin
  If you scared, call that reverend, boy Im drinking
  Get my brain right
  Armand de Brignac, gangster wife
  Louis sheets, he sweat it out, like washrags, he wet it up , boy Im drinking
  Im singin on the mic to my boy toys
  Then I fill the tub up halfway then riding with my surfboard
  Surfboard, surfboard
  Grainin on that wood, grainin, grainin on that wood
  Im swerving on that, swerving, swerving on that
  Big body been servin all this
  Swerve, surfin all in this good-good
  We woke up in the kitchen saying
  How the hell did this shit happen? Oh baby
  Drunk in love we be all night
  Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grinding up in that club
  Drunk in love
  We be all night, love, love
  We be all night, love, love 
  That DUSSÉ is the shit if I do say so myself
  If I do say so myself, if I do say so myself
  Hold up, stumble all in the house
  Time to back up all that mouth
  That you had all in the car
  Talkin about you the baddest bitch thus far
  Talkin about you be reppin that Third
  I wanna see all that shit that I heard
  Know I sling Clint Eastwood
  Hope you can handle this curve, uh
  Foreplay in a foyer, fucked up my Warhol
  Slid the panties right to the side
  Aint got the time to take drawers off on sight
  Catch a charge I might
  Beat the box up, like Mike in 97, I bite
  Im Ike Turner, turn up, baby, no I dont play
  Now eat the cake, Anna Mae! Said, Eat the cake, Anna Mae! Im nice!
  For yall to reach these heights
  You gon need G3, 4, 5, 6 flights, sleep tight
  We sex again in the morning
  Your breasteses is my breakfast, we goin in
  We be all night love, love
  We be all night, love, love
  Im never tired, never tired
  I been sippin, thats the only thing, thats keepin me on fire, we on fire
  Didnt mean to spill that liquor all on my attire
  Ive been drinkin, watermelon
  I want your body right here, daddy, I want you, right now
  Cant keep your eyes off my fatty, daddy, I want you
  We be all night, love, love
  We be all night, love, love