Drugs on the Table lyrics

[Intro: A$AP Ant]
Yeah n*gga
A$AP, Marino Gang, H'z
Drugs on the Table 2012
Coke and White b*tches

[Hook: RetcH]
Drugs on the table
Hoes on the floor
n*ggas shooting dice, couple bottle on pour
My n*gga Dollar came through with the Xans and the smoke
And forty more b*tches just walked through the door
Said they walked through the door
Forty more b*tches just walked through the door
My n*gga Dollar came through with the Xans and the smoke
And forty more b*tches just walked through the door

[Verse 1: RetcH]
Drugs on the table
Hoes on the floor
A n*gga [?] smoking blunts in my ‘Lo
I know she with the sh*ts she want to keep on some blow
And forty more b*tches just walked through the door
Well y n*gga got the punch and he pouring up a four
Better take it easy, sip some slow
And I’m like, “Nah my n*gga, I'ma just f*ck with this smoke”
Got this ice in my cup
And this Rémy in my coke
Cause that Sprite mixed with Actavis no mother f*cking joke
Seen a b*tch I used to f*ck
But I ain’t even speak cause she ain't f*ckin' with that pretty b*tch I met last week
And she look so f*cking good
Got her bucket on low and she don’t even wear panties
That’s the trillest b*tch I know
And every time we f*ck I f*ck her so she don’t forget it
I can tell that she ain’t met a real n*gga in a minute
I’m a gift from the gods
So I bless her with my presence
Got that pus*y on lock let’s bring it back to the essence
I don’t really bring her around she make these b*tches look like peasants
So we gon enjoy the night
Lil’ mama why you be stressing we got
[Hook]

[Verse 2: A$AP Ant]
Where the weed at?
Where the Xans at?
Where the lean at?
Get f*cked up
Drugs on the table knows what’s up
Light skin with a fat ass
Hit the blunt, no cough, pass
Got my eye on the cash
Dice game, triple up
Yellow Tuss, double cup
b*tch met, it's going down
Ciroc shots, more rounds
Blow a pound, high as f*ck
My right hand man got a burner tucked
Act stupid, shoot your party up
Eyes redder than the devil
Dig yourself, get a shovel
Pedal to metal
Crash car up, buy new one
Hell yeah, I’m on one
She wobble ass like a ceiling fan
Panties silver like a pan
Ride me like a sedan
Thinking I’m gonna make her mine
When I hit she know the time
Out the b*tch, chase money
Laugh, ain’t sh*t funny
Get a p*nis in her tummy
Eating me like some gummies
I’m the reason she ain’t bummy
[Outro: RetcH]
Drugs on the table
Hoes on the floor
n*ggas shooting dice, couple bottle on pour
My n*gga Dollar came through with the Xans and the smoke
And forty more b*tches just walked through the door