Tipsy

Git Fresh feat. Rick Ross - Tipsy

This song right here

This song right here

It's the Maddscientist

Rick Ross

Git Fresh

It's deeper than rap baby

She looking at my cars like awww that's his

Crib lookin' like sawgrass meals

You got a real man girl how that feel

Not to mention we getting money

And I'm worth 10 mill

Boss

Shawty got a hold on me

And she just wont let go-go-go

Everything I thought I knew about girls

I gon threw out the door-door-door

Having only one chick in my life

And it ain't my flow

I'm wondering

She got me wondering

And I don't know about you my dawg

But I like it when that thing is fat-fat

And everytime I tried to walk away

Man I came right back-back

She pulled away from me

With a pretty wild thing as a matter of fact

I'm runninnng

Here I come runninng

She got me tipsy tipsy tipsy

Tipsy off her loving

And I don't wanna be sober

Not Patron

Or Hennessey

Tipsy off her loving

And I don't wanna be sober

I'm tipsy off your love (your love)

I'm tipsy off your love (your love)

I'm tipsy off your love

And I don't wanna be sober

I can't keep myself

From feeling out on her frame-frame-frame

Everytime she kiss my lips

It's sweeter than sugarcane-cane-cane

I think about makin love so much

Man it's a shame-shame-shame

So good

This girl ain't no good for me

I try to man up

And tell her how **** gon go-go

Can't get a damn word to come outta my mouth

And I just choke-choke

All she gotta do is flash that smile

She never gotta hear the word no-no

Straight up

She got me caked up yeah

Ooo somebody call me a cab to come

And take me home

Cuz I'm tripping and stumbling

You got me flipping and fumbling

Oh you

Aww baby it feel so right

It can't be wrong

You got me stuck on your booty (This no better baby)

Don't know what you do to me (It's the Boss)

She looking like money

Talking like money

Stepping out the shop

***** smelling like money

I watch her get dressed

Now watch me get fresh

Poppin rubber bands sayin Stacks on Deck

Ever since an orphan

And I never felt important

Now I rob a port

Now I'm so important

Pulling up on Ocean

Valet the Porsche

She stepping outta Gucci

Got them hoochies like oh ****

HOLD UP!

I need the bartender to go ahead

And fix me a drink right now

It could be Patron

Or Hennessey or Grey Goose

I don't care

As long as I'm not sober

Tipsy tipsy tipsy