Yeah, yeah, oh yeah

Lord have mercy

Got that Martin', yup

 

Daddy told me, "Pray for Jimmy Swaggart"

I always did it, I'm just charismatic

I only sip the finest stuff on Earth

This track is hitting hard, I call it Wigglesworth

Can't believe that Andy sold like thirty stacks

I looked at Trey like, "Homie, pass that Martinelli!"

If it sparkles then you know I drink

Mix that cranberry juice so now we're sipping pink

Rapping slow, this track is throwed

Rep the King like it's lamp-mode

New York, my mind state

Malico on that white plate

Rooftop like it's 88

Uptown with my kinfolk

Eastville, where they blow smoke

I sip slow, I don't choke

October 31st, I toast to Martin Luther

December 31st, we pop that Martinelli

Boys's doing shots, my homies didn't blink

Team's down to clown, I got that sparkling drink

 

Pouring up, like the night is ours

Shorties getting turnt at the bridal shower

The beat drop, but they wasn't ready

Champagne glass with the Martinelli The beat drop, but they wasn't ready

Champagne glass with the Martinelli

 

You know I never got that bottle service

I brought a bottle to the Christmas service

Taylor told me drinking make her nervous

I looked her in the face like, "Girl, just drink that Martinelli."

Thirty empty bottles, ain't nobody faded

You know I'm double-fisting cause my homies made it

Brian hit me like, "Tonight we getting nice!"

I told him, "Bring the buckets," I would bring the ice (I got that!)

Glasses in the air if you's a rider

All my gente on that dancefloor

And they sipping on that cider

Got that 'Nelli in my system

I'm a lover, not a fighter

Say them boys is on that SOSA

Cause them boys is looking light, alright

'Bout to mess around and spend a hundred-fifty

Walk into the store like, "Where the Martinelli?"

I just messed around and spent a hundred-fifty

I'm walking out the store, I got that Martinelli

 

I got all my people with me

Wifey says she want a sippy

I know your parents hate the drinking

But it's all good cause this right here's that Martinelli

Uptown at Alex

So much 'Nelli they brought pallets

On my still got balance

And my liver got no damage, no (nada!)

I'm bout that good time homie, no regrets

Shoe game too strong, I don't wanna flex (no flexing!)

Look it, I'm a honeymooner

Me and wifey in [bad word] 

And we 'bout to hit the scuba

She said, "Take out the trash"

"What I look like, I'm the super?"

She ain't think that's funny

Imma' do it, alright, alright, alright

I got a game plan (tell 'em!)

Leaving in the same car that we came in (tell 'em!)

Uh, when that 'Nelli's in the system

Ain't no telling if we twisted, or we isn't

They be yelling out...

 

Pouring up, like the night is ours

Shorties getting turnt at the bridal shower

The beat drop, but they wasn't ready

Champagne glass with the Martinelli