Drop That Sh*t - Iggy Azalea, Problem

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, my, that’s the only topic

Rock, make it rock

Uh, girl bounce that ass, pop it girl, don’t stop it

It’s 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

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

Ya know what it is

Ya know

I’m like

Damn, damn, damn, Iggy, Iggy!

Do you see that ho?

That shit, that shit, that shit

Can’t do that on Problem’s stripper pole

They’ll try and climb it if 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 someone’s golfer swing

Clubs and hoes think I’mma put a hole in one for real

Diamond and brought drugs 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 you just got to this light

But that bitch right there so bad you should be bi for one night (at least)