[Intro: Yung Bleu]
Keep it real
I know what you want

[Pre-Chorus: Yung Bleu]
Love ain't what you want, I know you want sex
Your friends, they fuck with me and they want next
Been on this liquor, sent a drunk text

[Chorus: Yung Bleu]
Now I'm drunker than a fool
Drop it down, gettin' loose
Ain't no tellin' what this liquor can make me do
Just tryna leave this club with you tonight
Make her feel it inside, she can feel it inside
I can't fit it inside, no
Me and my n***as outside and we lickin' four-five
Can somebody tell me where she go? Woah

[Verse 1: Yung Bleu]
Tell me where she go? I'm tryna cuff her (Huh)
If she got some pretty toes, I'm tryna suck 'em, huh (Oh)
Them hoes in the front row, I'm tryna fuck 'em all (Hey)
What the fuck you come for if you ain't bussin' it?
What you come for if you ain't twerkin' it?
Money talk and I think you n***as can't interpret it
I come from the trenches so you know that I deserve it
Street n***a, I'm tryna put dick all in your cervix (Yeah)
Rich n***a, I'm tryna fit racks all in your Birkin, for certain
Eat that pussy in the mornin', ain't too early (Early)
Head in the Rolls Royce, it got me swervin' (Yeah)
And I know what you want (Yeah)
[Pre-Chorus: Yung Bleu]
Love ain't what you want, I know you want sex
Your friends, they fuck with me and they want next (Next)
Been on this liquor, sent a drunk text

[Chorus: Yung Bleu & Ty Dolla $ign]
Now I'm drunker than a fool
Drop it down, gettin' loose
Ain't no tellin' what this liquor can make me do
Just tryna leave this club with you tonight
Make her feel it inside, she can feel it inside
I can't fit it inside, no, oh
Me and my n***as outside and we lickin' four-five (Dolla $ign, yeah)
Can somebody tell me where she go? Woah

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Tell that woman that I'm lookin' for her
And if you find her 'fore I do, then please, escort her
To my section, or point me in the right direction
Brown complexion
Thick in the hips and she pretty in the face
Every time I drive the Lamb', these n***as wanna race
I don't race Teslas, Dolla $ign a rockstar, a father and inverstor
Me and Yung Bleu drop this, we gon' need a good director, movie
Shawty want a threesome, I just told her that it's Gucci
Fried, I'm walkin' out the club with a two piece
Live life, no regrets
They got me pullin' out my phone, havin' pornstar sex, woah, woah
[Pre-Chorus: Yung Bleu, Ty Dolla $ign, Both]
'Cause love ain't what you want, I know you want sex
Your friends, they fuck with me and they want next (Ooh, ooh)
Been on this liquor, sent a drunk text

[Chorus: Yung Bleu, Ty Dolla $ign, Both]
Now I'm drunker than a fool
Drop it down, gettin' loose (Ooh, ooh)
Ain't no tellin' what this liquor can make me do
Just tryna leave this club with you tonight
Make her feel it inside, she can feel it inside
I can't fit it inside, no, oh
Me and my n***as outside and we lickin' four-five
Can somebody tell me where she go? Woah