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