Future – Whole Lotta Liquor Lyrics

Damn (pour)
Got me takin' shots and I don't even drink (super, yeah, yeah)
F*ck it, pour me up 
Yeah, baby, don't act crazy
Yeah, sum' 'bout me, like, oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah
Yeah 
Rubi

He know I like to bite so he bite back (back)
Send a lil' money on my CashApp (CashApp)
Ain't sayin' love, that ho bounce back (ayy, ayy)
Uh, yeah, get me off (all)
Quick day off on the penthouse floor 
He show love (love)
I was here for a day, now it's money on the floor (floor)
Uh, don't you like when I pull up your way? (Your way, ayy)
Don't you like how I play in your bank? (Bank)
These mimosas, I'm ready to drink (drink)
Don't you love how you be the only one? (Only one)
How I'm bummin', this shit be ridiculous (ridiculous)
Don't be playin' them games like you innocent (ayy)
Can't be runnin' no game on a pretty bitch (pretty bitch)

Whole lotta liquor, whole lotta promethazine
High, in love, blame it on ecstasy
Trappin' out apartments, yeah
Feel like a martian, yeah, yeah
Whole lotta drugs, it's a shame that's a guarantee
Whole lotta molly, wanna point a finger at me
Whole lotta liquor, ooh, she do it like a demon
I'ma keep on my bezels too, they wet like we creamin'

Geeky (ayy), nasty (yeah, uh)
Backshots, slappin' (uh)
I take a shot, get loose (ooh)
This pussy still yours, come grab it (grab it)
Whole lotta liquor (shots)
Body look real, real right 
Cop a whole lotta niggas (whole lotta niggas)
He was on my line all night
Fuckin' with the lights on, ice one (ice)
Fuckin' with a boss, can't buy one (can't buy one)
He love it, he tells me it's tight (ayy)
Leather jacket, I ride like a bike (bike, ooh)
He creepin', he waitin' to slide (slide)
He pullin' my panties aside (aside)
Whole lotta rounds, a whole lotta liquor (ooh, ooh)
So you can't keep up when I ride

I'm a big dawg, you f*ck lil' niggas
Can't help you if you downgraded
I could ship you out to south of France
Girl, just change up the location
We could sex all day but it ain't gon' do no good
You can't make me better (better)
Every time I get high
I get possessive and jealous (why?)

Whole lotta liquor, whole lotta liquor in me
Whole lotta liquor, whole lotta liquor in me
I do tight, tight melodies
I do crime, soft felonies
Lotta liquor in me, lotta, lotta liquor in me
Lotta liquor in me, yeah, got a lotta liquor in me, woah
Time for these, crack the top off the top sardine (super)
Ayy