Sippin' on the drank, sippin' on the drank All about the mula, all about the mula Word to the bird, I ain't never take her fur shoppin' Sippin' on the drank, I ain't tryna think Runnin' through them keys way before Khaled Runnin' with the pushas way

Falling in love (hey) I got the recipe Take a sip of my secret potion Boy, you belong to me And it's called black magic (And it's called black magic) Wanna know what it is make the boys want more I'll make you fall in love For a spell that can't be broken

I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers And I'd like to check you for ticks 'Cause I'd like to see you out in the moonlight I'd like to kiss you way back in the sticks Every time you take a sip In this smoky atmosphere You press that bottle

Say ah, say ah, say ah, say ah I'm thinking why not, baby, why not? 'Cause I believe we can fly now Yeah babe, we can fly now So we can kiss the sky Oh, take a sip, take a sip now Take it down, take it down now Oh, do your dance, do your dance now Sing

Ay, I sip the lean in the car My shooter rock out like guitars Take his girl and I'm breaking her heart Me and Gabe, we be shining like stars Smoking dope, I don't fuck with the bars I think I landed on Mars They be hating 'cause we living large Ay, why

I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers And I'd like to check you for ticks 'Cause I'd like to see you out in the moonlight I'd like to kiss you way back in the sticks Every time you take a sip In this smoky atmosphere You press that bottle

Drinkin' too much, drinkin' too much Since you been gone, I can't get gone enough I'm gonna drink it all 'til you're not around I'm on top of the world, I'm going down Oh, I drink and take a sip of it Feelin' like a hypocrite Go for more and I don't give

Where the elite always meet Down in New Orleans, the land of dreams Or just how much it really means The land of dreams where I can lose My Basin Street blues Now won't you come along with me To the Mississippi? We'll take a trip to the land of dreams

I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers And I'd like to check you for ticks 'Cause I'd like to see you out in the moonlight I'd like to kiss you way back in the sticks Every time you take a sip In this smoky atmosphere You press that bottle

Well, I'm going to fetch my woman, people When the kid hits Alabama, people Don't you try to dog him 'round Well, I was born in Mississippi And I don't take any stuff from you I've got my pistols in my pockets boys I'm Alabama bound I've got my pistols