Lyrics:

BeyoncCB)
Ive been drinking, Ive been drinking
I get filthy when that liquor gets into me
Ive been thinking, Ive been thinking
Why cant I keep my fingers off it, baby?
I want you, na na
Why cant I keep my fingers off it, 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 off in that club
Drunk in love
We be all night, and everything alright
No complaints with my body, so fluorescent under these lights
Boy, Im drinking, park it in my lot, 7 Eleven
Im rubbing on it, rub-rubbing on it
If you scared, call that reverend
Boy, Im drinking, get my brain right
Armand de Brignac, gangster wife
New sheets, he sweat it out like wash rags, he wet it up
Boy, Im drinking, Im singing on the mic till my voice hoarse
Then I fill the tub up halfway then ride it with my surfboard
Surfboard, surfboard
Graining on that wood, graining, graining on that wood
Im swerving on that, swerving, swerving on that big body Benz
Serving all this, swerve, surfing all of 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 off in that club
Drunk in love
Jay-Z
Hold up
That DussCB) 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 back up all that mouth
That you had all in the car, talking bout you the baddest bitch thus far
Talking bout you be repping that Third, wanna see all that shit I heard
Know I sling Clint Eastwood, hope you can handle this curve, uh
Foreplay in the 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 going in, we be all night
Never tired, never tired
I been sippin, thats the only thing
Thats keeping me on fire, me on fire
Didnt mean to spill that liquor all on my attire
Ive been drinking watermelon
(I want your body right here, daddy I want you, right now)
Cant keep ya eyes off my fatty
Daddy I want you