Drop That Sh*t

[Intro]
D.R.U.G.S

[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]
Drop it, drop it, drop it
My bitches, yeah, they drop it
I see you on that pole work that shit
I pay for college
Supportin' you I rain on you now drop it like it's hottest
Benji, Benji, Benjamin, ma, that's the only topic
Rock, make it rock
Uh, girl bounce that ass
Pop it girl, don't stop it
This D.R.U.G.S. we got cash
I wanna see that ass go
Speed it up now go slow
Ass low, ass low
Money pile overflow
Damn, baby got the fattest ass
I ain't gay so problem is I'll have to pass
Make it clap, so after I can take a bow
Hurricane and your stormin' up the place now

[Verse 2: Iggy Azalea]
Drop it, drop it, drop it
Bitch I want it, bitch I want it
He throw ones, they don't want it
I got racks'a hunnids, hunnids, uh
Booly got the weed
Treaty got the crees
Peezy got a thousand fifties and Bugatti keys
Do it with ease we drop it like
Autumn leaves, we drop it and then we leave
Broke bitch, please give me a stack of these
Cash money like Lil' Weeze
Joey got them flockin'
They swinging all on my knees-us
Right in your mouth, ho
Keep talking, I got something for your mouth, ho
Where's your man? I'll show him where his mouth go
Drop that, bitches, listen to how the hook go

[Verse 3: Problem]
(Ya know what it is, don't)
(Dammit)
I'm like damn, damn, damn
Iggy, Iggy, do you see that ho?
Bet she, bet she, bet she
Can't do that on Problem's stripper pole
They'll try and climb it, it's the giant Little Snicker Bar
Diamonds, twinkle, twinkle
Big Dipper to all you little stars, it's me (Problem, Problem)
Got some fun, got some change, threw some wine
Golfer swing, clubs and hoes, think I'mma put a hole in one for real
Diamond Lane and brought D.R.U.G.S with me
Pills and that white girl and I don't mean Iggy
I'm on a war path so the thing with me
So you better run son and I don't mean Diggy
Iggy, I know [?] this life
But the bitch right there so bad you should be bi for one night at least

[Outro]
D.R.U.G.S