Hell Yeah Lyrics - August Alsina

I'm over the limit, but I think I want some more 

All my niggas spinning, so bartender pour some more 

Plus we getting faded, smoking on that hit and quit 

Bitches getting naked, don't they know I hit and quit? 

What you trying to do? You're looking like some trouble 

That I wanna get into, your home girl looking dirty 

So she can get it too, I ain't apologizing, I ain't sorry 

Girl for touching on your body, cause I just came here to party 

If you been up in the spot and you need another shot 

Say hell yeah, hell yeah 

If the chick across the room dropping drop it like it's hot 

Say hell yeah, hell yeah 

If you party till the lights turn on 

Tell the DJ playing your song 

You ain't about to stop 

Even if they call the cops 

Say hell yeah, hell yeah 

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I see bottles on the table, Shawty on the molly 

With a piercing in her navel, puffing like a Marley 

Soon everybody faded, waving at my haters 

Cause they seeing me mugging at me got me saying 

What you wanna do instead of causing trouble 

Nigga here's what you should do 

Go look around and find some hoes that you can get into 

Cause I'm just out here trying to do the same 

But I got the dully on me just in case you wanna bang 

If you been up in the spot and you need another shot 

Say hell yeah, hell yeah 

If the chick across the room dropping drop it like it's hot 

Say hell yeah, hell yeah 

If you party till the lights turn on 

Tell the DJ play a new song 

You ain't about to stop 

Even if they call the cops 

Say hell yeah, hell yeah 

Photos 

Aw, Check me out, check me out 

I'm on some consider shit 

Pocket full of dead presidents, but I ain't grieving, bitch 

Married to the game, that's forever, I ain't leaving it 

I know your man, don't put it down, cause you look like you need the Dick 

One time for them haters, two times for them fakers 

Three times for these bad bitches, we fucking all of them later 

Yeah, hell yeah, getting money is my ammo 

But I don't pay for no pussy, I hope you got that memo 

Tell hold on and don't let go 

And then I treat the pussy like a rental 

And I beat the pussy instrumental 

Let's go, let's go 

If you party till the lights turn on 

Tell the DJ play a new song 

You ain't about to stop 

Even if they call the cops 

Say hell yeah, hell yeah