Drug Test

I'm in this muthaf**ker doing what I wanna

10 bottles, 10 bitches go with my persona

Pull up in that Enzo then I do donuts

I'm that cool, cashews, make 'em all go nuts

Baby got ass I need me a shot of that

Lil mama get gangsta for me

Stuff it in your Prada bag

That's right

She got something that I wanna see

That's right, so if she leave

She f**king with me, that's life

Twerk somethin', work something', hurt somethin'

She wanna check, check this shit out like a verse coming

They rip they neck and run they mouth when they heard something

Dre dropped another one and f**ked around and murdered somethin'

Club filled with dead bodies, if not than you a zombie

I'm not gon' feel sorry, you pass out from it

Get drunk, get blunted

Do what you wanna do, drug test on you

Lotta money when I talk

Big mills, big deals

'Bout a hundred in a vault

Sit still, that real

Lotta haters throw salt, they lost

Big Game give a f**k how you feel

I fear she just might just pop that pill

And feel on me all night till the tip spill

Tip scales with her waistline, sex with the bassline

She gon f**k a snare drum one drink at a time

Blow right, hoes fight over my name

I got my dough right, hustle running all in my veins

It's forty days, forty nights if I'm making it rain

I reign supreme, a bottle and some bomb-ass weed

Than we gooood!

If you got drugs in this muthaf**ker, ohh

Let me see your hands in the air

Narcotics in the club and the ladies love us

So let's get high off something, high of something, high of something

Till your muthaf**king brain don't function

High of something, high of something

Fireworks when I spark

Yellow tape, lotta chalk

Thought you said you a boss, big deal

Bitch chill, pulling out that black card

Showin' off big spendin', letting alcohol spill

I feel she might just get too faded, x-rated that's what I like

Glad that you made to this ceremoney at hand

Take a sip let's plan for the future

Introduce you to Snoop get you right and

May I, kick a little something for G's

And, make a few ends, as I breeze through

The shit on my hip is a f**king preview

And guess what it lead to

If you got drugs in this muthaf**ker, ohh

Let me see your hands in the air

Narcotics in the club and the ladies love us

So let's get high off something, high of something, high of something

Till your muthaf**king brain don't function

High of something, high of something