♪ Wait,hold on,yeah,we woke up ♪♪ Intoxicated off of hard type drugs ♪♪ I never told her it's on my mood now ♪♪ I need some type of drug,I need some type of substance ♪She keeps sending me stuffI need some type of substanceShe keeps sending me stuffSo I need some type of drugSo I hit on my club Wanna spend some time with her thoughCold as I could dig in the floor Type of bitch I don't give a *I'm a father job,oh,she gives me a new soul.I need better cheese,I'm a sinner in the street.I need plenty of feed,just the body you need.I'm a flower to feedI'm putting drugs in my drinkBitch you know I'm a fakeGive you all of meTake a dose, make you feel itIt's only one o'clockWe woke upintoxicated off of all type of drugsI never saw her with no loveI need some type of joyI don't have any type of substanceShe keeps sending me songsAndshe keeps sending me songsSo that means I need some type of joyI take some, shake some, pop it like some ecstasyTake some, shake some, pop it like some ecstasyTake some, shake some, pop it like some ecstasySo to take some,shake some, poppin' like some magic sceneBaby, take some, shake some, poppin' like some magic sceneWe will gosomewhere by the seaThat's a buzzer in me.Coming down with a beat.I'm a walking, walking, walking.Looking like something to eat.You know I'm a queen.Ice man in my team.I'm starting to blow a circuit