Hello!

(Pre-Chorus)
I just fucked up a bottle all by myself
Thinking to myself, "Do I really need help?"
I don't want that from the bottom
I want some from the top shelf
Nobody wanted to get up so I danced by myself

(Chorus)
So I need two of 'em (go ahead order two)
I need two of 'em (two of 'em)
I need two of 'em, two of 'em (nah)
I need two of 'em (two of 'em)
I need two of 'em, two of 'em (nah)
I need two of 'em (two of 'em)
I need two of 'em, two of 'em (nah)
I need two of 'em, two of 'em
Don't nobody wanna dance, so I need two of 'em

(Verse 1)
Two or tree of 'em, four of 'em
Walk up in the club, make it snow on 'em
Know what I mean?
If he get too close might throw a bow at him
If a n*gga wanna come for the gang, gotta go at him
We don't give a fuck, where you at?
We nixed him out, in the club
In the back, give these n*gga's heart attack
Once the Henny hit my system I get real presidential
In the [?] not a rental, n*gga murder instrumentals
Not one, but two. And Lingo in the middle
Got your girl lookin' at me, and she blow just like a fiddle
These n*gga's look confused like I just gave them a riddle
Everybody grinnin' salty like a motherfuckin' pickle

(Pre-Chorus)
I just fucked up a bottle all by myself
Thinking to myself, "Do I really need help?"
I don't want that from the bottom
I want some from the top shelf
Nobody wanted to get up so I danced by myself

(Chorus)
So I need two of 'em (go ahead order two)
I need two of 'em (two of 'em)
I need two of 'em, two of 'em (nah)
I need two of 'em (two of 'em)
I need two of 'em, two of 'em (nah)
I need two of 'em (two of 'em)
I need two of 'em, two of 'em (nah)
I need two of 'em, two of 'em
Don't nobody wanna dance, so I need two of 'em
(Verse 2)
Dancin' with two drinks in my hand
My head's spinnin', bumping into people come getcha mans
I'm walking happy, felling like my feet stuck in some sand
But threw all that bullsh*t I'm still cool as a fan
When you ask what I want, you better have your notepad
Got some ni*gas in the back
You know their gonna air it out
I can't drink nothin' but brown (I can't)
So bring the Hennessy and Martell around
I can't bump that clear shit, it won't go down
It make my head hurt
Clear is for queers
I give all that shit to the bitches
Imma make this shit clear, I only run to the riches
In the Hellcat, doing donuts, in your city
Every time we hop out bitches always showing titties
Every time we hop out every camera get to flickin'
If I get your bitch drunk
If she want it she can get it
With the gang, she gon' lick it
Rich n*gga she ain't picky

(Pre-Chorus)
I just fucked up a bottle all by myself
Thinking to myself, "Do I really need help?"
I don't want that from the bottom
I want some from the top shelf
Nobody wanted to get up so I danced by myself
(Chorus)
So I need two of 'em (go ahead order two)
I need two of 'em (two of 'em)
I need two of 'em, two of 'em (nah)
I need two of 'em (two of 'em)
I need two of 'em, two of 'em (nah)
I need two of 'em (two of 'em)
I need two of 'em, two of 'em (nah)
I need two of 'em, two of 'em
Don't nobody wanna dance, so I need two of 'em