K Suave - Intoxicated lyrics

[Chorus] b*tch my heartbeat racin', I'm speed ballin', I'm off lean and 'x (Ayo, that's nickk) ni**a say he want smoke wit' me, he ain't know we was ridin around wit them tec’s Scope on that b*tch, I'm shooting from long range, like I'm Jimmer Fredette Your girl a freak, tryna' get in my pants In the dealership, I think I want a new 'Benz I'm with some European hoes, they speakin' French And that money be blowin', thought I had a fan That money look good, I'ma make love with it Told her take it back, I don't need it In the Trackhawk baby, I'm speedin' [I'm with rush?], think I'm a demon b*tch I been up for the whole week geekin' b*tch I get fly as fu*k every season But I get high as fu*k every day I'm killing that pussy, I just caught a case Yeah, that money counter add sh*t up fast Stop worrying about me boy, you going out sad, yeah, woah [Verse] These diamonds all over my body, that sh*t be cooling my flesh, yea, yea b*tch I'm posted in the A' off drank She don't pop pills, but she wanna' do coke I can't feel my face 'till my whole body floatin' Pass me my gun, I think that's an opponent I'm too tapped in, leave your ass in a morgue She keep asking questions: No, I don't play sports We keep going back and forth, like tug-of-war I keep going back to the drugs when I'm bored [Chorus] b*tch my heartbeat racin', I'm speed ballin', I'm off lean and 'x ni**a say he want smoke wit' me, he ain't know we was ridin around wit them tec’s Scope on that b*tch, I'm shooting from long range, like I'm Jimmer Fredette Your girl a freak, tryna' get in my pants In the dealership, I think I want a new 'Benz I'm with some European hoes, they speakin' French And that money be blowin', thought I had a fan That money look good, I'ma make love with it Told her take it back, I don't need it In the Trackhawk baby, I'm speedin' [I'm with rush?], think I'm a demon b*tch I been up for the whole week geekin' b*tch I get fly as fu*k every season But I get high as fu*k every day I'm killing that pussy, I just caught a case Yeah, that money counter add sh*t up fast Stop worrying about me boy, you going out sad