Текст песни Martinelli's - Andy Mineo , Wordsplayed

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 Aruba
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