EP: Survive The Summer (2018)




















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Survive The Summer lyrics - Iggy Azalea

[Ale Herself (Iggy Azalea):]
Eh-eh-ahem, special announcement, rich bitches don't die
And that's why you won't survive the summer!
(Amen!)

[Iggy Azalea:]
Uh, she's salty, I sauté the bitch
Alaïa jacket and I slay the bitch
Big body on display and shit
This is just another day and shit
Was down for love, I got played and shit
Cameras flashing, downplay the dick
I would never ever claim your dick
In interviews, I'm like who is this?
Bitches tryna put the end to me
Producers still sending beats
I send it back in like a day or so
You bitches writin' slow like centipedes
My crib got amenities
I just bought a T-Rex tooth 'cause I'm tryna stunt on Mr. Flintstone
One look and your bitch gone
Turned a T-Rex tooth to a chain, shit cost more than your Range
I'm a diamond in the rough, fancy diamonds by the way
I been making moves, been writing rhymes, been stacking commas
But you? Hold up, bitch, can you survive the summer?

Woah, uh
You won't survive the summer, look, yeah, uh
You won't survive the summer, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can't stay alive much longer, look, look
You won't survive the summer!

[Ale Herself:]
Ummm, I just wanna get in my Ferrari and drive real slow, so everyone can see my face

[Iggy Azalea:]
And all you bitches gon' hate this shit
Get the fuck up out my way and shit
Give 'em hell 365
You would think I'm 'bout to bake a bitch
Summer's over, it's a cold front
Tryna stop me is a witch hunt
Lemme' drop a lil' wisdom
Crack kills, you a victim
You a victim, you a victim
If I don't like it then I switch (uh)
Label tripping so I switch (uh)
Which one? Which one?
Bring the bag and it's done

Woah, uh
You won't survive the summer, look, yeah, uh
You won't survive the summer, yeah, yeah, uh
Can't stay alive much longer, look, look
You won't survive the summer!

[Ale Herself:]
You're a victim!

[Iggy Azalea:]
Hold up bitch (hold up bitch), I think you're moving too fast (fast)
Money spent (money spent), ain't even counted the cash (cash)
Hold up bitch (hold up bitch), I think you're moving too fast (fast)
Money spent (money spent), ain't even counted the cash (cash)
Trust me it ain't gonna last, it ain't gonna last, it ain't gonna last
You're 'bout to fall on your ass

Look, you won't survive the summer!
You won't survive the summer, damn, uh
They ain't getting dumber and dumber (dumber and dumber and dumber and dumber and dumber and dumber)
Shit, you won't survive the summer!

[Ale Herself:]
I know these Chanel shoes are ugly, but
That's your rent, bitch!
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Tokyo Snow Trip lyrics - Iggy Azalea

Rose from, rose from

Rose from the cracks with the rats and the roaches (roaches)
Bust a duffel bag open (open)
Hush money in the sofa (shhh)
Bitch, you know what I'm totin'

Came, came in a Benz, not a Focus (Focus)
My dope, the dopest
Fall asleep with the stove lit
Ho-hocus Pocus

Pinocchio nose drip, Tokyo snow trip
Wake up in Mexico, buenas noches (noches)
Ya bae got no chest (no chest)
Hit the gym, make that ass stretch
Fuck me in the Ghost, that's slow sex

Ay
Fuck me in the Rolls, get the Rolex
Tell ya chick don't approach us
My bitches will chase ya like Moët mimosas

Rose from the cracks, with the rats and the roaches (roaches)
Bust a duffle bag open (open)
Hush money in the sofa (shhh)
Bitch, you know what I'm totin'
Rose from the cracks, with the rats and the roaches (roaches)
Bust a duffle bag open (open)
Hush money in the sofa (shhh)
Bitch, you know what I'm totin'

Came, came in a Benz, not a Focus (Focus)
My dope, the dopest
Fall asleep with the stove lit
Ho-hocus Pocus

Pinocchio nose drip, Tokyo snow trip
Wake up in Mexico, Buenas Noches (noches)
Ya bae got no chest (no chest)
Hit the gym, make that ass stretch
Fuck me in the Ghost, that's slow sex

Ay!
Fuck me in the Rolls, get the Rolex
Tell ya chick don't approach us
My bitches they chase ya like Moët mimosas

Rose from the cracks, with the rats and the roaches (roaches)
Bust a duffle bag open (open)
Hush money in the sofa (shhh)
Bitch, you know what I'm totin'
Rose from the cracks, with the rats and the roaches (roaches)
Bust a duffle bag open (open)
Hush money in the sofa (shhh)
Bitch, you know what I'm totin'
Rose from the cracks, with the rats and the roaches (roaches)
Hush money in the sofa

Bitch, you know what I'm totin'

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Kream lyrics - Iggy Azalea (feat. Tyga)

First you get the money
Then you get the power
Respect
Look at Wallis
Hoes come last
Oh my God, Ronny!

[Tyga & Iggy Azalea:]
Ayy, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Ayy, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Ayy, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it
(Cash rules everything around me)

[Iggy Azalea {Tyga}:]
Uh, open up the safe, bitches got a lot to say (Raw)
Pussy in your face, that'll put you in your place {Boom}
Seven letters on the plate, fuck you when I brake {Bitch}
I got cars, I got bags, I got real estate (Cash rules)
Foreplay, I ain't come to play (Huh)
I got big fish money, he gon' bite the bait (Yeah)
{Can you drop it down, make that ass talk to me?}
Keep that energy, gone off the Hennessy
{Ass, I} need my bag quickly
Separate six degrees, bitches think they knowin' me
Sex Pistols, Sid Vicious, wet you when it's horny
Hit me on my cash app, check it in the morning
{Cash}, in this bitch shinin'
Dressed in designer, she could get {grimey}
And it's perfect timing, gin with the tonic
Bella Hadid, homie could get it

[Iggy Azalea:]
Ass
Cash, cash
Ass, bags
Bag
Cash rules everything around me

[Tyga (Iggy Azalea):]
Ayy, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it (Ass, cash, cash)
Ayy, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it (Ass, bags)
Ayy, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it (Bag)
Get it, get it, get it, get it
(Cash rules everything around me)

[Tyga:]
(Uh-uh) Ass rules everything around me
Deep in that pussy, yeah, I'm drowning
A shark in the water, how you found me?
Best get from 'round me (I'm a dog)
I go hunting like a bounty (Woof)
(Cash rules) Ya, make my own rules
Tattoos on that ass, she do night school
Welcome to the players club, Ice Cube
Diamonds might make the news (Uh)
Bitch, that's photoshop like rappers with that autotune (Cash, uh)
Uh, your cheques is not approved
RM 52, anoscope, water proof
Niggas talk a lot of boof, 'til they outside the booth
My niggas like Golden State, inbound, pull up and shoot (Swish)

[Iggy Azalea:]
Cash
Cash, ass
Ass, bags
Bag
Cash rules everything around me

[Tyga (Iggy Azalea):]
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it (Ass, cash, cash)
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it (Ass, bags)
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it (Bag)
Get it, get it, get it, get it
(Cash rules everything around me)

[Iggy Azalea:]
Ass rules everything around me
Deep in that pussy, got him drowning (Drownin', drownin')
Cash rules everything around me
A shark in the water, how you found me? (Found me, found me, found me, found me, found me)
Cash rules (K.R.E.A.M get the money)
Cash rules (Dollar dollar bill y'all)
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Hey Iggy lyrics - Iggy Azalea

Baddest white bitch in the club
Hot boys on my dick in the club
Tell 'em chill out, super thick in the club
This my new shit, play this in the club (Hey, Iggy)
Pretty squad with me, make a minute man bust like a semi (rrah)
Hit me late night like Jimmy
If I give it to him once, he gon' chase me 'round the city like (Hey, Iggy)
Where you get that ass?
What's the number to your doctor? 'Cause bitch you bad
Nosey hoes askin' 'bout my brand new nose
But my bank account, got some brand new 0's
(Oh, ha! Got 'em!) (Hey, Iggy)
Heard I got the work, wanna be my assistant
He love the white chocolate, I'm thicker than a Snicker
Thicker than a stripper, if she clap it, I'ma tip her (Hey, Iggy)

Where you get that ass?
Lil-lil' waist, brand new bag
(Hey, Iggy)
(Hey, Iggy)

I say hey, Iggy, you're so fine
You're so fine, you blow my mind
(Hey, Iggy)
(Hey, Iggy)
I say hey, Iggy, you're so fine
You're so fine, you blow my mind
(Hey, Iggy)
(Hey, Iggy)

Baddest white bitch in the game
I could make Future put down the drink
From trappin' in Miami, nominations at the Grammy's
Haters can't stand me, but they love me at the bank (Hey, Iggy)
You want that in all hunnids?
It really turn me on seein' bitches gettin' money
It really turn me off seein' boys actin' thirsty
I told him I'd be back, and curved him (Hey, Iggy)
Where you get that ass?
Feeling on my booty while I fill my glass
This what you want, what you need, huh?
For the dope boys doublin' their re-up
For the hot girls pullin' at their G-Strings
You're gon' give it to them soon as you leave, huh? (Leave, huh?) (Hey, Iggy)
Why they hate Iggy?
While you was on a diet, your girl made millies
Fuck beef, I got more at stake than Philly (Hey, Iggy)

Where you get that ass?
Lil-lil waist, brand new bag
(Hey, Iggy)
(Hey, Iggy)

I say hey, Iggy, you're so fine
You're so fine, you blow my mind
(Hey, Iggy)
(Hey, Iggy)

Baddest white bitch in the game
I could make Future put down the drink
Baddest white bitch in the club
Hot boys on my dick in the club
(Hey, Iggy)
(Hey, Iggy)
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Kawasaki lyrics - Iggy Azalea

They tellin' me be humble, but they know I'm cocky
Let me feel myself, yeah, daddy know I'm cocky
Ah, my wrist is rocky, come try and stop me
He wanna pop a wheelie, ride him like a Kawasaki
Big Phantom grill, cook the streets like hibachi
I'm sippin' sake, I'm raw like ahi
Boy, why you always wanna meet me in the lobby?
He wanna pop a wheelie, ride him like a Kawasaki

Ah, I'm goin' live, sit down and watch me
You're rockin' Jordans but you're Dennis Rodman
I used to get the chicken fingers, now I get the lobster
Or I get the pasta, yeah, all my bitches mobbin'
Halloween team, fame turned me to a monster
I make him fight for the pussy, I'm Ronda Rousey
Playin' hard to get, ring around the rosey
If we're lock in, keep it low key, shit, I'm going live
The block is hot, bitch go inside
Barry Sanders tryna juke the truth, we know you lyin'
She poppin' pussy, pussy swollen, pop a Motrin now
I can take my jewelry off, still be the golden child
I'm going live, she just wanna watch
She with you 'cause you're rich, she just wants a watch

They told me to be humble, so I started humming (mmm, mmm)
Fuck you hoes, I came from nothin' (huh!)

They tellin' me be humble, but they know I'm cocky
Let me feel myself, yeah, daddy know I'm cocky
Ah, my wrist is rocky, come try and stop me
He wanna pop a wheelie, ride him like a Kawasaki
Big Phantom grill, cook the streets like hibachi
I'm sippin' sake, I'm raw like ahi
Boy, why you always wanna meet me in the lobby?
He wanna pop a wheelie, ride him like a Kawasaki

Ah, I'm going live, close your eyes, open wide
I could act like I'm humble but you know I'm not
You mean to act like I don't know when I know I'm hot
Act shocked when my shit blow, woah
He wanna rock to my tempo
I'm in the endzone, he in the friend zone
If you really on, where you team at? Put them on
Lookin' in the mirror, only bitch I depend on
Ah, I'm going live, sit down and watch me
See my ass tan, I was in the tropics
'Bout to catch a flight just to go shoppin'
This a 1 to 1, what you know about it?
Big amounts, big time accountants
I can only vouch for my account
And who I hold it down with

They told me to be humble, so I started humming (mmm, mmm)
Fuck you hoes, I came from nothin'

They tellin' me be humble but they know I'm cocky
Let me feel myself, yeah, daddy know I'm cocky
Ah, my wrist is rocky, come try and stop me
He wanna pop a wheelie, ride him like a Kawasaki
Big Phantom grill, cook the streets like hibachi
I'm sippin' sake, I'm raw like ahi
Boy, why you always wanna meet me in the lobby?
He wanna pop a wheelie

Ride him like a Kawasaki
(Ride him like a) Kawasaki, Kawasaki

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OMG lyrics - Iggy Azalea (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

[Smash David:]
Got it on smash

[Iggy Azalea:]
Think he got a chance with a bitch like me, he ain't rich enough, rich enough (no)
Calls need to stop he ain't callin' 'bout the guap, I ain't pickin' up, pickin' up (brrp)
Y'all lil' hoes can't sit by the pool, you ain't thick enough, thick enough (go)
Weave so long and the pussy so wet, gon' eat it up, beat it up

Oh my God, this shit different (yah)
Oh my God, Gucci slippers (yah)
Oh my God, my wrist vicious (yah)
Oh my God, might hurt yo feelings (yah)
Oh my God, this shit different (yah)
Oh my God, Gucci slippers (yah)
Oh my God, my wrist vicious (yah)
Oh my God, might hurt yo' feelings (yah)

He said it tastes so good, I should just serve it on a plate
Bought that Wraith fresh off the lot, that bitch ain't even got no plates
I be looking at the stars while my pussy in his face
How the fuck could I fall off? I get 250 just to play
They takin' shots like Plaxico, I'm ridin' waves in Mexico
You bitches gassed like Texaco, ain't bout that bag don't hit my phone
Make sure your money match your mouth before you ever talk 'bout me
And if you want me to pull up, just know I'ma need a fee (yah!)

Think he got a chance with a bitch like me, he ain't rich enough, rich enough (no)
Calls need to stop he ain't callin' 'bout the guap, I ain't pickin' up, pickin' up (brrp)
Y'all lil' hoes can't sit by the pool, you ain't thick enough, thick enough (go)
Weave so long and the pussy so wet, gon' eat it up, beat it up

[Iggy Azalea {Wiz Khalifa}:]
Oh my God, this shit different (yah)
Oh my God, Gucci slippers (yah)
Oh my God, my wrist vicious (yah)
Oh my God, might hurt yo feelings (yah)
Oh my God, this shit different (yah)
Oh my God, Gucci slippers (yah)
Oh my God, my wrist vicious {yeah}
Oh my God, might hurt yo' feelings {yeah}

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Smoking on some Sticky Icky, need a bitch like Iggy
Hit my phone up for a quickee, no shade but I'm picky
Told that bitch to ride my dick, she tried to pop a wheelie
Got so much ass, on a traffic stop to see it
I be rollin' tropical weed up
I be on a flight with my feet up
I get on the track and I eat it up
Get her in the bed, I beat it up
Bang, I get the bitch and I change her
Got you bringin' weed on the plane
Everywhere, throwin' up gang (hahaa)

[Iggy Azalea {Wiz Khalifa}:]
Think he got a chance with a bitch like me, he ain't rich enough, rich enough {ah, no}
Calls need to stop he ain't callin' 'bout the guap, I ain't pickin' up, pickin' up, brrp
Y'all lil' hoes can't sit by the pool, you ain't thick enough, thick enough, go
Weave so long and the pussy so wet, gon' eat it up, beat it up

[Iggy Azalea:]
Oh my God, this shit different (yah)
Oh my God, Gucci slippers (yah)
Oh my God, my wrist vicious (yah)
Oh my God, might hurt yo feelings (yah)
Oh my God, this shit different (yah)
Oh my God, Gucci slippers (yah)
Oh my God, my wrist vicious (yah)
Oh my God, might hurt yo' feelings (yah)

[Ale Herself:]
Oh my God
Biggest bitch ever!
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Boom Boom lyrics - Iggy Azalea (feat. Zedd)

(from "Pitch Perfect 3" soundtrack)

[Iggy Azalea:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Okay, supercalifragilistic
Ambionic, go ballistic
Coldest summer
Chain and wrist lit
Automatic Sonic facelift, uh
One time gotta hit 'em with the, uh
Two time like a backstabber
Baby, come and hear the pitter-patter
Kiss my (Hey) back-scratcher
Do you smell a lie lie lie? (Hey)
Dunny drunk la-la-la-la (Hey)
Dosie dough la-la-la-la
No time for the (Shh), wait a minute
Do you smell a lie lie lie? (Hey)
Dunny drunk la-la-la-la (Hey)
Dosie dough la-la-la-la
No time for the (Hey), wait a minute

[Priscilla Renea:]
Shotgun, left the scene
Poppin' out the magazine
Click-clock, set it off
Real ones in the parking lot

[Iggy Azalea:]
I got that boom boom
Baby bring the bass
I got that boom boom
All up in your face
I got that boom boom
Baby bring the bass
I got that boom boom
All up in your face
Boom boom all up in your face

Wavy so often
Chordz made this on Slauson
Go crazy you lost it
My ladies you awesome
You got it, got it
Just drop it, drop it
Who 'bout it, 'bout it?
Who 'bout it, 'bout it?
Ugh, nah nah nah nah
Tell me if you ready to ride or die
Do you smell a lie lie lie? (Hey)
Dunny drunk la-la-la-la (Hey)
Dosie dough la-la-la-la
No time for the (Shh), wait a minute
Do you smell a lie lie lie? (Hey)
Dunny drunk la-la-la-la (Hey)
Dosie dough la-la-la-la
No time for the (Hey), wait a minute

[Priscilla Renea:]
Shotgun, left the scene
Poppin' out the magazine
Click-clock, set it off
Real ones in the parking lot

[Iggy Azalea:]
I got that boom boom
Baby bring the bass
I got that boom boom
All up in your face
I got that boom boom
Baby bring the bass
I got that boom boom
All up in your face
Boom boom all up in your face

I got that boom boom
Baby bring the bass
I got that boom boom
All up in your face
I got that boom boom
Baby bring the bass
I got that boom boom
All up in your face
Boom boom all up in your face
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Brazil (Remix) lyrics - Iggy Azalea & Gloria Groove

Scalez, that's a Scalez track
Ayy, tell 'em run it back
AJ ruin everything, he in here

[Iggy Azalea:]
Paid for this body and none of it's cheap
I heard your song, now I'm goin' to sleep
Boys in my yard, but this ain't from Kelis
Look at my cars you, see nothin' on lease
Look, I'm showin' my cards how I play with a King
Heard they was sleepin', I'm breakin' the dream
Closin' a deal while you makin' a meme
Superstar status, I stay in the Hills
Light hundred thousand to play in some heels
Festival season, I'm out in Brazil
See that I'm hot and I ain't got no chill, uh, yeah
Mercedes the Benz and I park on the curb
Your man wanna pitch, but I'm tossin a curve
The way that I live, you might call it absurd

I got it
All I got is these racks in my pocket
Stick my tongue out, I'm feelin' erotic
Hear my accent, he think I'm exotic
And still, I got it
Hands all over my body
Hands all up in his wallet
Baddest bitch up in the party
For real, I got it
All I got is these racks in my pocket
Stick my tongue out, I'm feelin' erotic
Hear my accent, he think I'm exotic
And still, I got it
Hands all over my body
Hands all up in his wallet
Baddest bitch up in the party

I'm showin' my cards how I play with a King
Heard they was sleepin', I'm breakin' the dream
Closin' a deal while you makin' a meme
Superstar status, I stay in the Hills
Light hundred thousand to play in some heels
Festival season, I'm out in Brazil
Festival season, I'm out in Brazil

I'm a fantasy, you a tragedy
And I'm rich, that's some shit you will never be
This a movie, I'm somethin' they wanna see
Had a baby, bounced back like I'm twenty-three
I had millions on millions at twenty-three
Think it's funny that someone could fuck with me
Talkin' down the whole time they look up to me
Y'all my children, I skipped out on custody
Take my time, ain't no rushin' me, haters in love with me
Faces is ugly, bitches is mad
I worked at a store, I still get to the bag
A cover star magazine, look at my ass, ooh (Ass, ass)
I'm the front page
Take a shot, wait, it's a pump fake
Checkers or chess?
Don't play with the best or, bitch, you end up a mess (Uh)

I got it
All I got is these racks in my pocket
Stick my tongue out, I'm feelin' erotic
Hear my accent, he think I'm exotic
And still, I got it
Hands all over my body
Hands all up in his wallet
Baddest bitch up in the party
For real, I got it
All I got is these racks in my pocket
Stick my tongue out, I'm feelin' erotic
Hear my accent, he think I'm exotic
And still, I got it
Hands all over my body
Hands all up in his wallet
Baddest bitch up in the party

I'm showin' my cards how I play with a King
Heard they was sleepin', I'm breakin' the dream
Closin' a deal while you makin' a meme
Superstar status, I stay in the Hills
Light hundred thousand to play in some heels
Festival season, I'm out in Brazil
Festival season, I'm out in Brazil

[Gloria Groove:]
You really wanna know though, Iggy? (You know what?)
They wonder why I be the bad kitty (Why though?)
But they ain't seen you and me, did they? (Nope!)
You and me, that's a bad bitch committee (Rah!)
I be sweeter than honey on mango (So sweet)
I be seen with the boys at the bando (So cool)
I be flippin' the tempo (Flip it)
Isso não é paredão, mas o Brasil tá vendo (O Brasil tá vendo, hein!)
Eu não tenho mais tempo (Não!)
Só me dá meu dinheiro
Esse é o meu passatempo (E me dá meu dinheiro!)
Tô vivendo um momento
Catastrófico e tenso (Ahhh!)
Yo, wanna work out? I'ma flex ya'
I'ma twist 'er like Alexia
Brought the ding-a-ling to impress ya'
Want a lookalike? Call Halessia (Hey, pretties!)
Stealing the show with the I-G-G-Y
Festival season, "miga, vem pra cá!"
This ain't no jet, but we lookin so fly
Jogando a raba, boys be like "aahh"
O Brazil não conhece o Brasil (Não conhece)
O Brazil não conhece o Brasil (Nunca foi)
O Brazil não conhece o Brasil (Nunca viu)
O Brazil não conhece o Brasil!
E dessa novela eu sou vítima
A calamidade é legítima
O que me faria feliz de verdade?
Vacinação e impeachment!

Hahaha
Welcome to Brazil, bitch!
Bye!
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Can't Lose lyrics - Iggy Azalea (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

[Lil Uzi Vert:]
I might pull up in the coupe, yeah
Yeah, my car don't got no roof, yeah
All that fake shit be killin' my mood
I am a winner, can't lose
Yeah, hey
I am a winner, can't lose
Keep on winnin', I can't lose, yeah
I am not worried 'bout you

[Iggy Azalea:]
Winnin', winnin', winnin', winnin'
Money stuffed inside the linen
Disrespect from the beginnin'
And I hope that you offended

[Lil Uzi Vert:]
Yeah, hey
Yeah I really cannot lose
I am a winner, can't lose, yeah
I am a winner, can't lose, yeah

[Iggy Azalea:]
Dat way
You ain't talkin' 'bout the money? Go that way
If you late with the check, I need back pay
All these diamonds on my neck, I feel fancy
Strangé, on the cover of the front page lookin' bomb, ayy
Yeah I got a couple houses and they all paid
Now I don't need a stylist, I'm rockin' Balmain
And I'm countin' up the commas every time the phone ring

Hollup, stick
Pull up in the Jeep with the kick (Woo)
Got new feet on the bitch (Woo)
Lookin' like a check 'cause I'm rich (Rich)
Hollup, stick
Pull up in the Jeep with the kick (Woo)
Got new feet on the bitch (Woo)
Lookin' like a check 'cause I'm rich

Can't believe they try to play us
You could never ever fade us
Trust me, we don't need no favors
And we got that paper way up

[Lil Uzi Vert:]
I might pull up in the coupe, yeah
Yeah, my car don't got no roof, yeah
All that fake shit be killin' my mood
I am a winner, can't lose
Yeah, hey
I am a winner, can't lose
Keep on winnin', I can't lose, yeah
I am not worried 'bout you

[Iggy Azalea:]
Winnin', winnin', winnin', winnin'
Money stuffed inside the linen
Disrespect from the beginnin'
And I hope that you offended

[Lil Uzi Vert:]
Yeah, hey
Yeah I really cannot lose
I am a winner, can't lose, yeah
I am a winner, can't lose, yeah

[Iggy Azalea:]
I just did a show, a couple million
Fuck opinions, yeah, fuck your feelings
Bitch I'm all about the better livin'
You ain't even got a pot to piss in
I just rounded up another digit
Mathematics with the honor roll
Leprechaun with that pot of gold
Bet you wanna taste the rainbow
Really, I'm a fan favorite
Really I'm your man's favorite
Always been above basic
Always been above the fake shit
Wax on, wax off (Woo)
Karate chop with the sauce (Woo)
Never worried 'bout the cost (What?)
I just get it like a boss, dat way

Can't believe they try to play us
You could never ever fade us
Trust me, we don't need no favors
And we got that paper way up

[Lil Uzi Vert:]
I might pull up in the coupe, yeah
Yeah, my car don't got no roof, yeah
All that fake shit be killin' my mood
I am a winner, can't lose
Yeah, hey
I am a winner, can't lose
Keep on winnin', I can't lose, yeah
I am not worried 'bout you

[Iggy Azalea:]
Winnin', winnin', winnin', winnin'
Money stuffed inside the linen
Disrespect from the beginnin'
And I hope that you offended

[Lil Uzi Vert:]
Yeah, hey
Yeah I really cannot lose
I am a winner, can't lose, yeah
I am a winner, can't lose, yeah
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Dance Like Nobody's Watching lyrics - Iggy Azalea & Tinashe

[Iggy Azalea:]
Dance all night, don't my ass look right? (Yeah)
Can't pass on a chance, raise your hands up like
You a superstar, I might lose my bra
Show? Come watch! Grab a brush, mic drop
Sold out concert in the bathtub (Uh huh)
Good night, bad girls wanna have fun (Woo)
Moonwalk in the kitchen with my socks off (Huh)
I'm all that, bag of chips and the hot sauce
I'm sexy, no stress 'cause I'm okay
I'm quick to get lit, I'm on my way
Le Chic, I'm a freak, locked up, get the key
Hop up feelin' great, if you hate, you could leave

[Iggy Azalea & Tinashe:]
No, I don't do it for the boys
No, I don't do it for the girls
No, I don't do it for the 'Gram
I'ma do it, do it for me

[Tinashe:]
I don't just dance
I dance like nobody's watching
I dance like nobody's watching
Once I start, I can't stop it
I-I-I don't give a damn
I dance like nobody's watching
I dance like nobody's watching
Once I start, I can't stop it (I-I)

[Iggy Azalea:]
4 AM, took a shot, can't miss
I'ma do what I want, bitch, 'cause I'm famous
Not a care in the world, put my hair in a twirl
Ya man grab a cam, tryna stare at my curve
Gonna crawl on the floor how a cat moves (Rawr)
Twerk by the mirror in the bathroom (Mwah)
We been past due for the time of our lives
Catch a vibe, I'll be on ten the whole night

[Iggy Azalea (Tinashe):]
No, I don't do it for the boys (Boys)
No, I don't do it for the girls (Girls)
No, I don't do it for the 'Gram ('Gram)
I'ma do it, do it for me ('Cause I can)

[Tinashe:]
I don't just dance
I dance like nobody's watching
I dance like nobody's watching
Once I start, I can't stop it
I-I-I don't give a damn
I dance like nobody's watching
I dance like nobody's watching
Once I start, I can't stop it
I-I-I don't just dance
I dance like nobody's watching
I dance like nobody's watching
Once I start, I can't stop it
I-I-I don't give a damn
I dance like nobody's watching
I dance like nobody's watching
Once I start, I can't stop it

Ooh
I dance like no one's watching, yeah, yeah
(No one's watching, no)
Ooh
I dance like no one's watching, yeah, yeah

[Iggy Azalea (Tinashe):]
Lost in the funk, black out at the function
Champagne pop, tell the world that I'm bubbly (Ah)
Lost in the funk, black out at the function
Champagne pop, tell the world that I'm bubbly

[Tinashe {Iggy Azalea} (Both):]
I don't just dance
(I dance like) nobody's watching
(I dance like) nobody's watching
(And once I start, I can't stop it)
I-I-I don't just dance {Come on}
(I dance like) nobody's watching
(I dance like) nobody's watching {Oh}
Once I start, I can't stop it {Yeah}
I don't give a damn {No, I don't}
I dance like nobody's watching
(I dance like) nobody's watching
(And once I start, I can't stop it)
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Going Up lyrics - Iggy Azalea (feat. Ljay Currie)

[Iggy Azalea (Ljay Currie):]
(I hit the club, and we got it) raining, it's pouring
It's snowing, it's snowing
We be on 10 and you know this
My whole team lit off the potion
It's going, it's going up
Every time I step in a place
It's going, it's going up
Every time I step in a place
It's raining, it's pouring
It's snowing, it's snowing
We be on 10 and you know this
My whole team lit off the potion
It's going, it's going up
Every time I step in a place
It's going, it's going up
Every time I step in a place

[Ljay Currie:]
It's a good day to bring the guap out
Bad little bitch with a top out
Got this ice on money 'cause it's hot out
Yeah, it's hot out, it's hot out, it's hot out
I just got the check and I'm lit
I think I might marry my whip
Big quads that don't fit
I swear I just got it for pics
I swear the money make her twerk it
I throw it up and she deserve it
She say she like me as a person
That good D got her lurking

[Iggy Azalea:]
It raining, it's pouring
It's snowing, it's snowing
We be on 10 and you know this
My whole team lit off the potion
It's going, it's going up
Every time I step in a place
It's going, it's going up
Every time I step in a place
It's raining, it's pouring
It's snowing, it's snowing
We be on 10 and you know this
My whole team lit off the potion
It's going, it's going up
Every time I step in a place
It's going, it's going up
Every time I step in a place

It's too real in this field
But me and mine, we came to kill
Now we be worried 'bout making more millions
We used to be worried 'bout meals
I don't wanna talk to you
I don't wanna see your face
(Ay, I don't even wanna talk to you at all)
I don't keep in touch with my exes
I'm cooling the drama and jealousy
It's always who can get the best of who
But you won't ever get the best of me
And yeah, I saw you at the club last night
You couldn't even get next to me
And I had the club going crazy
I guess a girl got his recipe

It raining, it's pouring
It's snowing, it's snowing
We be on 10 and you know this
My whole team lit off the potion
It's going, it's going up
Every time I step in a place
It's going, it's going up
Every time I step in a place

[Ljay Currie:]
It's a good day to bring the guap out
It's a good day to bring the guap out
It's a good day to bring the guap out
I hit the club and we got it

[Iggy Azalea:]
Raining, it's pouring
It's snowing, it's snowing
We be on 10 and you know this
My whole team lit off the potion
It's going, it's going up
Every time I step in a place
It's going, it's going up
Every time I step in a place
It raining, it's pouring
It's snowing, it's snowing
We be on 10 and you know this
My whole team lit off the potion
It's going, it's going up
Every time I step in a place
It's going, it's going up
Every time I step in a place
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Good lyrics - Iggy Azalea

I remember like 10 years ago
I wanted my name up in bold
I wanted my name up in lights
I wanted to rock every show
I used to take pics in the mirror
I had to get ready for Vogue
And now I'm way bigger, way bigger, way bigger
Than I ever could've dreamed before
They pray for the down on my luck
But I still don't give a fuck
We live in a world full of judgement
And they love to judge us
I think they love to discuss me
'Cause their life is disgusting
I just jumped off a yacht in Mexico
You cannot tell me nothing, na-nothing

I'm good, I'm good, I'm glad
To be right where I'm at
And you mad, you mad, you mad
But I'm good

So you can say what you want to, yeah
But that doesn't phase what I'm gon' do, yeah
Is that why you stuck in a bad mood? Yeah
'Cause I'm good, I'm good, I'm good

Top floor, bring the white gold
Eating dinner looking at the view
So high, see all of you
Each and everyone who wanna see me lose
You looking at me, but I'm looking through you
You tweeting crazy to me, what's it to you?
Fall in line, this is danger for who?
Get off my ass, you are not a poodle
I'm just out here fucking living
Cut 'em off, they're forbidden
Trade the sides, they was tripping
They like "Oh, Iggy, I was kidding!"
I go to sleep and y'all forgotten
Sorry boo, you're not forgiven
Bring me breakfast while I'm swimming
I'm just out here fucking living

I'm good, I'm good, I'm glad
To be right where I am at
And you mad, you mad, you mad
But I'm good

So you can say what you want to, yeah
But that doesn't phase what I'm gon' do, yeah
Is that why you stuck in a bad mood? Yeah
'Cause I'm good, I'm good, I'm good
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Hate On It lyrics - Iggy Azalea

They try to mold me, make me
Me no social experiment
Girl y'all can't take me
Might get dem girls 'cause them girls lazy
But that's not acceptable from the woman who raised me
See, I wake up early and go to sleep late as fuck
That's why if I wanted, bitch, I could go get the Bentley truck
Wait I'ma go get it then, don't like being told no
I prove 'em wrong
There's no such thing as no when you're on your own
(On your own, on your own)
Lately, I've been on some other shit
I swear I'll never work no 9 to 5 like you, bitch, no offense
I'm done with those phases of tryna fit in
I'm done with those places you tryna get in
I'm done giving attention to those who don't deserve it
It wasn't worth it, I'm moving with a purpose

Way up like so high, too high
Don't think that this is so fair
Y'all just tryna be the housewives of those guys
But I don't wanna go there
I'm just tryna live my life, look nice
Take some pics and let you hate on it
Hate on it, I let you hate on it
Yeah yeah, I let you hate on it

I just got another bag, boy count it up
Made the front of another mag, go and mount it up
And you just pulled up in a jag, that's the funny thing
You hop out selling flat tummy teas, you [?]
Back it up, I approach with such a lavish swag
You've got a whole lot to say with such a average bag
Get the fuck out my face with your average ass
Y'all just a bunch of grown-ups with some average cash
This shit is easy, mami
Drop a 516 for some easy money
Batman the whip can't see me, mami
I thought I had some competition, don't tease me, honey

Way up like so high, too high
Don't think that this is so fair
Y'all just tryna be the housewives of those guys
But I don't wanna go there
I'm just tryna live my life, look nice
Take some pics and let you hate on it
Hate on it, I let you hate on it
Yeah yeah, I let you hate on it

I just got my second wind, I feel like coming back
I left the whole wide open for your running back
And you ain't even take the chance, you had to run it back
And linebackers back and she ain't havin' none of that
None of that, none of that
I just got my second wind
Yeah, none of that
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Knock Yourself Out lyrics - Sophia Scott, Iggy Azalea & Renee Blair

Quit wasting all my damn time
You got one toe in
Lemme teach you how to swim
Keep your nickels, baby I'm a dime
With thick hips, pink lips, like salt around the rim

Honestly, this is overdue
I'm making your mind up for you
If you are gonna do you, then do you (C'mon!)

Knock yourself out
If you wanna fall from heaven, just to go land yourself a seven
Yeah, knock yourself out
Go take a look around
I don't got no doubts
You're gonna be in for lonely weather
So I packed up your favorite sweater, 'cause it's cold out
You sure found a sure way to let yourself down
So go ahead knock, knock, knock yourself out

(Oh, C'mon Renee)
Uuh, oh-oh-oh, yeah! (C'mon!)
I don't mean to pump my own tires, but I'm the truth times two
A girl you're gonna hate to lose
Look behind ya, there's a long line, of good men, no boys
Yeah, I'm canceling the noise

Honestly, this is overdue
I'm making your mind up for you
If you're gonna do you, then do you (C'mon!)

Knock yourself out
If you wanna fall from heaven, just to go land yourself a seven (Land yourself a seven, yeah)
Yeah, knock yourself out (Knock yourself out)
Go take a look around (Take a look around)
I don't got no doubts (No doubts)
You're gonna be in for lonely weather
So I packed up your favorite sweater, 'cause it's cold out
You sure found a sure way to let yourself down (Ay)
So go ahead knock, knock, knock yourself out (Hey-ey)

Look, all loyalty ever got me was getting sloppy
Waking up crying tears in my Irish coffee
If disrespect was a weapon, then I think you shot me
And yeah you having fun with Brandi, but this bitch is not me
Baby, I'm grown, I'm well equipped to hold my own
And I'll be so quick to block your number when I see it on my phone
They say that life's a joke, that's why I'm laughing at you now
You better stop the circus act, nobody wanna fuck a clown, lil' bitch

Who do you think you, who do you think you
Who do you think you, are?
Who do you think you, who do you think you (Who do you think you are!)
Who do you think you, are?

Knock yourself out (Knock yourself, out!)
If you wanna fall from heaven, just to go land yourself a seven (Land yourself a seven, yeah knock yourself out)
Yeah, knock yourself out (Uh-huh)
Go take a look around (Go take a look around) (Yeah)
I don't got no doubts (No doubts)
You're gonna be in for lonely weather
So I packed up your favorite sweater, 'cause it's cold out
You sure found a sure way to let yourself down (Let yourself down)
So go ahead knock, knock, knock yourself out

Hey, ha
Knock, knock, knock yourself out
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Million Dollar Dream lyrics - Iggy Azalea (with A. R. Rahman)

(from "Million Dollar Arm" soundtrack)

[Sukhwinder Singh & Iggy Azalea:]
I give it all for the dream (Ha-Ha)
I give it all for the dream (Champion)
I give it all for the dream (Bring it)
Khushi aayi aayi aayi aayi aayi aa (Rab-raka)
Khushi aayi aayi aayi aayi aayi aa (Rab-raka)
Meeti aayi aayi aayi aayi aayi aa (Rab-raka)
(Jeetay raho jeetay jeetay jeetay jeetay)
I give it all for the dream

I give it all for the dream
Cause the goal ain't as far as it seems
I got this million dollar arm
Throwing everything I got into this million dollar dream
Into this million dollar dream
Into this, into this million dollar dream
Live and direct fresh out the jet
My bet is y'all ain't seen nothing like this yet
Confident walk, it's success when I step
You'll probably never see this again, don't hold your breath

Jawani chaar dinaa di yaar
Ranjheya mauj manaiye
Dilan nu daar, dilaan de yaar
Ishq nu ishq jataiye-e-e-e

[Sukhwinder Singh & Iggy Azalea:]
I give it all for the dream (Ha-Ha)
I give it all for the dream (Champion)
I give it all for the dream (Bring it)
Khushi aayi aayi aayi aayi aayi aa (Rab-raka)
Khushi aayi aayi aayi aayi aayi aa (Rab-raka)
Meeti aayi aayi aayi aayi aayi aa (Rab-raka)
(Jeetay raho jeetay jeetay jeetay jeetay)
I give it all for the dream

Spinning bowls good enough to bring the winnings home
Now the top of the mound is what we sitting on
Balling like we supposed to
The level that we sitting in now ain't nobody close to
Everything that mean something is what we came for
I'm going home with it all, that's how the game go
I'm on the way to the top, I know the way to go
We just want the world while it's spinning
That's what we playing for
Nothing new here so what I gotta do here?
I like it, I love it, I just might bring the whole crew here
Stay for two years and get to acting like I grew here
Next thing you know, you look up, I be done blew here
Everything that mean something is what we came for
I'm going home with it all, that's how the game go
I'm on the way to the top, I know the way to go
We just want the world while it's spinning
That's what we playing for

[Sukhwinder Singh & Iggy Azalea:]
I give it all for the dream (Ha-Ha)
I give it all for the dream (Champion)
I give it all for the dream (Bring it)
Khushi aayi aayi aayi aayi aayi aa (Rab-raka)
Khushi aayi aayi aayi aayi aayi aa (Rab-raka)
Meeti aayi aayi aayi aayi aayi aa (Rab-raka)
(Jeetay raho jeetay jeetay jeetay jeetay)
I give it all for the dream
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Mo Bounce lyrics - Iggy Azalea

Mo bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce in the motherfuckin' house
Mo bounce in the motherfuckin' house
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce, mo bounce
Mo, mo-mo bounce, b-bounce, bounce
Bounce in the motherfuckin' house
Mo bounce in the motherfuckin' house
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce in the motherfuckin' house
Mo bounce in the motherfuckin' house
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce, b-bounce
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce
Bounce in the motherfuckin' house, bounce
Mo bounce in the motherfuckin' house

Bounce like a motherfuckin' '64, sick flow
Slick talk, spittin' that Crisco
Drop that shit like a cholo at the dub show
Can you hit the switch and pick it up and let the world know?
Homie, if you're broke, oh, no you don't deserve hoes
All these fake ballers only gettin' on my nerves though
I just cracked a 40, now I'm sippin' out the straw slow
Little bit of ratchet, little boujee, you should all know
Everybody got opinions, yeah, like assholes
You ain't gotta worry 'bout those, 'cause they assholes
We just came to party, party, party, what you came for?
Make, make the neighborhood bounce to this

When that shit goes down, the block get loud
In your backyard bumpin' while we blazin' out
Make it bounce in the motherfuckin' house
Mo bounce in the motherfuckin' house
When that shit goes down, the block get loud
In your backyard bumpin' while we blazin' out
Make it bounce in the motherfuckin' house
Mo bounce in the motherfuckin' house

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce (To the red light)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce (Make your headlight)
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce, b-bounce
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce (Like a low-low)
B-bounce, bounce, b-bounce (Throw it up)
Bounce (At the pole, pole)

Bounce that ass, bounce that ass, yeah, bounce it
Puff the lah or get high off the contact
Call the law, we gon' make sure we come back
Fallin' off, we ain't ever been about that
Hundred spokes spinnin' on a chrome rim
I got a feelin' that tonight we gon' be goin' in
I'm with a few bad bitches and some grown men
With the ice so cold, I feel like I'm Snowden
I feel like I'm rollin', but the whole place geeked up
It's gettin' hot in here, down to my wife beater
But you ain't gotta worry, we ain't dangerous
We came up
Make, make the neighborhood bounce to this

When that shit goes down, the block get loud
In your backyard bumpin' while we blazin' out
Make it bounce in the motherfuckin' house
Mo bounce in the motherfuckin' house
When that shit goes down, the block get loud
In your backyard bumpin' while we blazin' out
Make it bounce in the motherfuckin' house
Mo bounce in the motherfuckin' house

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce (To the red light)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce (Make your headlight)
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce, b-bounce
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce (Like a low-low)
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce, b-bounce (Throw it up)
Bounce (at the pole, pole)

Mo, m-m-mo bounce, blazin' up
Backyard, back, b-b-b-bumpin'
Backyard bumpin', the block get loud
Mo, m-m-m-mo bounce
Backyard, backyard b-bumpin'
Backyard bumpin', the block get loud

When that shit goes down, the block get loud
In your backyard bumpin' while we blazin' out
Make it bounce in the motherfuckin' house
Mo bounce in the motherfuckin' house
When that shit goes down, the block get loud
In your backyard bumpin' while we blazin' out
Make it bounce in the motherfuckin' house
Mo bounce in the motherfuckin' house

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce (To the red light)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce (Make your headlight)
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce, b-bounce
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce (Like a low-low)
B-bounce, bounce, b-bounce (Throw it up)
Bounce
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Money Come lyrics - Iggy Azalea

Bounce, come on, bounce (Huh)
Bounce, come on, bounce (Huh)
Bounce, come on, bounce (Huh)
Bounce, come on, bounce (Huh)

Have you ever seen five bad bitches at your door? (Door)
All black masks like a fuckin' luchador (Dor)
Bitch, I'm still up for whoever keepin' score
'Till I'm running, 'till I'm running, 'till the legs get sore (Get sore)
Covered in Givenchy, smellin' like a bando
Say my pussy magic, he call my shit Orlando
My baby think I'm Costco, he just want a sample
Put him on his knees and gave him more than he could handle
Say you gonna run up on who? I need proof (Proof)
These bitches pussies, their mouths are too loose
Still know some neighbourhood boys who can shoot
I can put it on your head and they can put you on the news (Woo-woo)
Pussy so wet, he need an anchor (Woo-woo)
Where that bitch talkin' shit? I wanna thank her (Woo-woo)
'Cause even though I don't fuck with you hoes
All the hatin' kept my eyes on the money like a banker (Woo-woo)

Come, baby, come, baby, money make me come (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come, baby, come, baby, money make her come (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Keep my name out your mouth if you can't give me some (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Keep her name out your mouth if you can't give her some (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come, baby, come, baby, can you make me come? (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come, baby, come, baby, I can make you come (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Can you hit it till I feel it in my tummy-tum-tum? (Bounce, come on, bounce)
I can hit it 'till you feel it in your tummy-tum-tum

Okay, so you wanna play rough, I'm reloaded
Okay, either get up off my clit or deep throat it
Y'all hoes out here workin' my nerves
Time to terminate a bird like a two-week notice
Mad I'm in my bag, but they sing my hits (Sing my hits)
If I had one, I'd tell y'all to suck my dick (Suck my dick)
Who you a bitch and you a bitch, check the fit, peep the drip
Check the score, we up six, put in work, never quit
MC Hammer, too legit, I'ma treat you like a trick
Throw that ass, I'ma make 'em throw it up, no bit
Still with them bougie ass bitches who can shoot
I can put it on your head and they could put you on the news (Woo-woo)
Shout out all the haters goin' cuckoo (Woo-woo)
'Cause I'm on that money train like choo-choo (Woo-woo)
He wanna stick it in my body like voodoo (Woo-woo)
'Cause the money make the kitty go who-who

Come, baby, come, baby, money make me come (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come, baby, come, baby, money make her come (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Keep my name out your mouth if you can't give me some (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Keep her name out your mouth if you can't give her some (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come, baby, come, baby, can you make me come? (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come, baby, come, baby, I can make you come (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Can you hit it till I feel it in my tummy-tum-tum? (Bounce, come on, bounce)
I can hit it till you feel it in your tummy-tum-tum

Bad bitches to the front (Bad bitches to the front)
Broke boys to the side (Broke boys to the side)
If I tell that boy, "Jump" (If I tell that boy, "Jump")
He better ask, "How high?" (He better ask, "How high?")
Bad bitches to the front (Bad bitches to the front)
Broke boys to the side (Broke boys to the side)
And if I tell that boy, "Jump" (Jump, jump)
He better ask, "How high?" (Woo)

Come, baby, come, baby, money make me come (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come, baby, come, baby, money make her come (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Keep my name out your mouth if you can't give me some (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Keep her name out your mouth if you can't give her some (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come, baby, come, baby, can you make me come? (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come, baby, come, baby, I can make you come (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Can you hit it till I feel it in my tummy-tum-tum? (Bounce, come on, bounce)
I can hit it 'till you feel it in your tummy-tum-tum
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Money Come (Remix) lyrics - Iggy Azalea & Ivorian Doll (feat. Big Boss Vette)

Bounce, come on, bounce
Bounce, come on, bounce
Bounce, come on, bounce
Bounce, come on, bounce

Have you ever seen five bad bitches at your door? (Door)
All black masks like a fuckin' luchador ('Dor)
Bitch, I'm still up for whoever keepin' score
Tell 'em run it, tell 'em run it till their legs get sore (Get sore)
Covered in Givenchy, smellin' like a bando
Say my pussy magic, he call my shit Orlando
My baby think I'm Costco, he just want a sample
Put him on his knees and gave him more than he could handle
Say you gonna run up on who? I need proof (Proof)
These bitches pussies, their mouths are too loose
Still know some neighbourhood boys who can shoot
I can put it on your head and they can put you on the news (Woo-woo)
Pussy so wet, he need an anchor (Woo-woo)
Where that bitch talkin' shit? I wanna thank her (Woo-woo)
'Cause even though I don't fuck with you hoes
All the hatin' kept my eyes on the money like a banker (Woo-woo)

Come, baby, come, baby, money make me come (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come, baby, come, baby, money make her come (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Keep my name out your mouth if you can't give me some (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Keep her name out your mouth if you can't give her some (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come, baby, come, baby, can you make me come? (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come, baby, come, baby, I can make you come (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Can you hit it till I feel it in my tummy-tum-tum? (Bounce, come on, bounce)
I can hit it till you feel it in your tummy-tum-tum (Bounce, come on, bounce)

Ayy, big boss, lil' shit, can't touch her (Hey)
Money make me climax, no Usher
Private jet when I fly state to state (Phew)
Pussy in his mouth, that's a full course plate (Get it)
Like, uh, bad bitch, too smooth (Ah, ah)
Hatin' ass bitches wanna see me lose (Hater)
See me outside, bitches tryna play cool (Wassup?)
If I ever see your man, guarantee he gon' choose (Get him)
When I walk in the room, straight pressure (Ah, ah)
I got a bag, but your nigga gimme extra (Hand it here)
Yeah, she cute, but he know Vette better (Yeah!)
Too many hoes, so they call me Hugh Hefner (Ah)
Any little thing I do, a bitch copy (What?)
Face card good, I'll never bring a wallet (Yeah!)
Every time we fuck, he love when I call him papi (Uh)
Spent a bag just because, so you know we got sloppy [*slurp*]

Come, baby, come, baby, money make me come (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come, baby, come, baby, money make her come (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Keep my name out your mouth if you can't give me some (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Keep her name out your mouth if you can't give her some (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come, baby, come, baby, can you make me come? (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come, baby, come, baby, I can make you come (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Can you hit it till I feel it in my tummy-tum-tum? (Bounce, come on, bounce) (Hahahah, uh)
I can hit it till you feel it in your tummy-tum-tum (Bounce, come on, bounce) (I-V)

Bust-bust down, bust down, part hair, lace by the bandit (Slay)
Hoes so sick, yeah, I know they can't stand it (Nah)
Sneak diss, but you know hoes won't back it up (Nah)
How you the boss in the back? It ain't addin' up (Bitch)
Go to work when I twerk, make it clap-clap
I make a nigga go crazy, get a Cash App (Ching)
And if she really in the streets, tell her back chat (What?)
I got some bitch that will make a hoe backtrack (Bap, bap, bap)
I'm the doll that these hoes wanna play with (Woo)
Thirsty for the clout, I see how bitches dehydrated (Yeah)
They on the come up, and I already made it
He put my-he put my ass in his face I tell him, "Taste it" (Mwah, yeah)
Put this-put this pussy on a nigga, make him wanna snooze (Snooze)
He wanna FaceTime me just for the view (View)
If you got the-if you got the bag, then I might be amused (Ha-ha-ha)
Introduce you to the twins, and they always come in twos (Two)

Come, baby, come, baby, money make me come (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come, baby, come, baby, money make her come (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Keep my name out your mouth if you can't give me some (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Keep her name out your mouth if you can't give her some (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come, baby, come, baby, can you make me come? (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come, baby, come, baby, I can make you come (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Can you hit it till I feel it in my tummy-tum-tum? (Bounce, come on, bounce)
I can hit it till you feel it in your tummy-tum-tum (Bounce, come on, bounce)

Bad bitches to the front (Bad bitches to the front)
Broke boys to the side (Broke boys to the side)
If I tell that boy, "Jump" (If I tell that boy, "Jump")
He better ask, "How high?" (He better ask, "How high? ")
Bad bitches to the front (Bad bitches to the front)
Broke boys to the side (Broke boys to the side)
And if I tell that boy, "Jump" (Jump, jump)
He better ask, "How high?" (Woo)

Come, baby, come, baby, money make me come (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come, baby, come, baby, money make her come (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Keep my name out your mouth if you can't give me some (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Keep her name out your mouth if you can't give her some (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come, baby, come, baby, can you make me come? (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Come, baby, come, baby, I can make you come (Bounce, come on, bounce)
Can you hit it till I feel it in my tummy-tum-tum? (Bounce, come on, bounce)
I can hit it till you feel it in your tummy-tum-tum (Bounce, come on, bounce)
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Never Satisfied lyrics - Iggy Azalea

Wake up, wake up
Don't know who you think you dealin' with, no fake love
Cause you fuckin' with the realest me, no makeup
You're out here swimming with a no-name who take paycuts
Type to call the paparazzi on ya, fake hoe
Says she's not about your pesos, if you say so
These bitches can't do nothin' for you, placebos
I guess it's not my place though, place though

Yeah I can tell your mom likes me after talks in the kitchen
And you said it's been a while since you had someone who get it
So I know you probably wonder when I might I let you hit it
Well I'll throw that ass back if it becomes a tradition

I hold it down for you when you on the road
Your side of the bed's still cold (he never satisfied)
He still wanna fuck with all the hoes
They don't even cut it close (he never satisfied)
Early in the morning at the stove
Breakfast 'fore you go (he never satisfied)
Yeah, I guess he never satisfied
And I'm running out of time for him

Not to mention I'm a rich bitch with the fattest ass
And my house big with a lot of plaques
Twenty-seated jet, and I pay the tab
Just to come and cook you eggs and then I take it back
Who else you know gon' walk the tightrope
Front row, the show, make Vogue, then switch coats
So into you, she swerves and curves dudes
And knows how it feels to walk in your shoes
That shit is very rare (very rare)
I would hate to see you lose a solitaire (solitaire)
Best be on your P's and Q's to keep her there
And if she linkin' halfway, I will meet her there

I hold it down for you when you on the road
Your side of the bed's still cold (he never satisfied)
He still wanna fuck with all the hoes
They don't even cut it close (he never satisfied)
Early in the morning at the stove
Breakfast 'fore you go (he never satisfied)
Yeah, I guess he never satisfied

Yeah, you know I hold it down for you babe
Why you goin' through all ten phases
Where you going to, baby?
Somewhere that you celebrated
Celebrating, should be celebrating, yeah
Celebrating

I hold it down for you when you on the road
Your side of the bed's still cold (he never satisfied)
He still wanna fuck with all the hoes
They don't even cut it close (he never satisfied)
Early in the morning at the stove
Breakfast 'fore you go (he never satisfied)
Yeah, I guess he never satisfied
And I'm running out of time for him
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Savior lyrics - Iggy Azalea (feat. Quavo)

[Iggy Azalea:]
Been around the world and I, I, I, I can't find my baby
Things gettin' crazy, losin' my patience
Why you keep me waitin'? Goin' through the phases
Got me walkin' out the house all done up
Just in case I see your face and you decide to run up
Yeah, I'm in a different place, I need someone to hold on to
I been sendin' up a prayer hope the call gets through

'Cause my heart beats for you only
I wonder if you even know me
Countin' down every moment
That I wait for ya, I wait for ya
I wonder if you even notice
Lately, I've been feelin' hopeless
Easy to lose focus, but I'll wait for ya

[Quavo:]
I've been looking for a savior (hey)
I've been looking for a savior (hey)
I've been looking for a real one to hold on to (hey)
I've been looking for a savior, savior, yeah, to save me

[Iggy Azalea (Quavo):]
Ah ay, na na na ay
Ah ay, na na na ay (yeah)
Ah ay, na na na ay (I've been looking for a savior,)
Ah ay, na na na ay (savior, yeah, to save me)

[Iggy Azalea:]
I feel like God playin' tricks on me, got a fix on me
Feel the weight of the world like I got a brick on me
Had a dance with the devil and he got a grip on me
I'm just tryna get to heaven, hope you got a ticket for me, uh
I've been sending up prayers I need feedback
Past full of sin can someone delete that
My path got muddy, I feel like my feet trapped
Can you give me the strength now to beat that?

'Cause my heart beats for you only
I wonder if you even know me
Countin' down every moment
That I wait for ya, I wait for ya
I wonder if you even notice
Lately, I've been feelin' hopeless
Easy to lose focus, but I'll wait for ya

[Quavo:]
I've been looking for a savior (hey)
I've been looking for a savior (hey)
I've been looking for a real one to hold on to (hey)
I've been looking for a savior, savior, yeah, to save me

[Iggy Azalea:]
Saving my love for you, saving my love for you (hey, saving it)
Saving it all for you, saving it all for you (all for you, uh)
Saving my love for you, saving my love for you (hey, saving it)
Saving it all for you, saving it all for you (uh)

[Quavo (Iggy Azalea):]
I've been looking for a savior (ah ay, na na na ay)
I've been looking for a savior (ah ay, na na na ay)
I've been looking for a real one to hold on to
I've been looking for a savior (ah ay, na na na ay)
Savior, yeah, to save me

[Iggy Azalea (Quavo):]
Been around the world and I, I, I (hey, I've been looking for a)
Been around the world and I, I, I (hey, I've been looking for a)
Been around the world and I, I, I (hey)
(I've been looking for a savior, savior, yeah, save me)
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Savior (Demo) lyrics - Iggy Azalea

[Iggy Azalea:]
Been around the world and I, I, I
I can't find my baby
Things gettin' crazy
Losin' my patience
Why you keep me waitin'
Goin' through the phases
Got me walkin' out the house all done up
Just in case I see your face and you decide to run up
Yeah, I'm in a different place, I need someone to hold on to
I been sendin' up a prayer hope the call gets through

Cause my heart beats for you only
I wonder if you even know me
Countin' down every moment
That I wait for ya, I wait for ya
I wonder if you even notice
Lately I've been feelin' hopeless
Easy to lose focus, but I'll wait for ya

[Verse Simmonds:]
I've been looking for a savior
I've been looking for a savior
I've been looking for a hero in my corner
I've been looking for a savior
A savior, to save me

(I've been looking for a savior
A savior, to save me...)

[Iggy Azalea:]
I feel like God playin' tricks on me, got a fix on me
Feel the weight of the world like I got a brick on me
Had a dance with the devil and he got a grip on me
I'm just tryna get to heaven, hope you got a ticket for me, uh
If I'm Lois Lane, where's my Superman?
I need you faster than a bullet or a speedin' train
And when you find your way to me then I won't need a thing
And I can't wait until the day that we can meet again

Cause my heart beats for you only
I wonder if you even know me
Countin' down every moment
That I wait for ya, I wait for ya
I wonder if you even notice
Lately I've been feelin' hopeless
Easy to lose focus, but I'll wait for ya

[Verse Simmonds:]
I've been looking for a savior
I've been looking for a savior
I've been looking for a hero in my corner
I've been looking for a savior
A savior, to save me

[Iggy Azalea:]
Saving my love for you, saving my love for you
Saving it, saving it all for you
Saving it all for you, all for you
Saving my love for you, saving my love for you
Saving it, saving it all for you, saving it all for you

[Verse Simmonds:]
I've been looking for a savior
I've been looking for a savior
I've been looking for a hero in my corner
I've been looking for a savior
A savior, to save me

(I've been looking for a savior
A savior, to save me...)
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Sexy lyrics - Iggy Azalea (feat. French Montana)

[French Montana:]
You know what it is
When you hear that "Haan!"
Aye, I said hey pretty lady
Skrt!

[Iggy Azalea:]
Uh
He said that I spark his interest
I'm not easy to impress
Ain't no dress code to this fresh
Ain't no lay away on this dress
Thrilla in Manila
Got the white chinchilla
Got the ice cream dripper
Pussy tastes like vanilla
I know you tryna beat it up like godzilla
But how many licks will it take till you get to the middle

[French Montana:]
Hey pretty lady (pretty lady)
Girl, you can be my baby (can be my baby)
I think you so underrated (so underrated)
And I can't wait to hit it, hit it
Now baby come and get it, get it ya

Sex-sex-sex-sexy, I want your love
Sex-sex-sex-sexy, I want your whoa
Sex-sex-sex-sexy, I want your love
Sex-sex-sex-sexy, I want your whoa

Go get it, go get it, go get it, girl (Haan!)
Go get it, go get it, go get it, girl (Haan!)
Go get it, go get it, go get it, girl (Haan!)
Go get it, go get it, go get it, girl (Haan!)

[Iggy Azalea:]
I'm a dirty-dirty tease, it's hard to please me
High class bitch, I ain't easy
Wine from Burgundy, on my leisure
Hunnid on the dash, bye Felicia
Running through the m's like a money counter
Fly over ya city like I'm in that chopper
Way too fly, no they can't top her
Hustle every day, no they can't stop her

[French Montana:]
Hey pretty lady (pretty lady)
Girl, you can be my baby (can be my baby)
I think you so underrated (so underrated)
And I can't wait to hit it, hit it
Now baby come and get it, get it ya

Sex-sex-sex-sexy, I want your love
Sex-sex-sex-sexy, I want your whoa
Sex-sex-sex-sexy, I want your love
Sex-sex-sex-sexy, I want your whoa

[Iggy Azalea:]
So sophisticated
That's an understatement
Pull up to the party lookin' better than your main chick
Damn, I'm such a sexy bitch
Make it look so effortless
Hoe, don't say my name unless you putting some respect on it

[French Montana:]
Sex-sex-sex-sexy, I want your love
Sex-sex-sex-sexy, I want your whoa
Sex-sex-sex-sexy, I want your love
Sex-sex-sex-sexy, I want your whoa

Hey pretty lady (pretty lady)
Girl, you can be my baby (can be my baby)
I think you so underrated (so underrated)
And I can't wait to hit it, hit it
Now baby come and get it, get it ya

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Switch lyrics - Iggy Azalea (feat. Anitta)

[Iggy Azalea & Anitta:]
Uh
It's Iggy Iggs!
What you want
Look, look

[Iggy Azalea:]
Kick in the door, wavin' the four fizzy
They already know they can't fuck with Iggy
True's cost more than the rent do, you know that
All black on when I come through, it's Kodak
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Is Iggy the ziggy-iggy the baddest of 'em all?
Why you come through, shut down the mall?
All that ass deserve an applause

[Anitta (Iggy Azalea):]
Change the game (Change it up, change it up now)
Switchin' up the game (Switch it up, switch it up now)
There I go again (Here we go, here we go)
Play your role, play you role
Fantasy (Fantasy)
Turns reality (Turn reality)
Right in front of me (Right in front of me)
I can have it anyway I want

[Iggy Azalea (Anitta):]
Red light, yellow light, green light, switch! (Ooh)
This is 'bout that time you recognize that I'm that bitch
This is all that sauce your mama said you couldn't get
Red light, yellow light, green light, switch! (Ooh)

[Iggy Azalea:]
Me and my boo on a worldwide hustle
You know what it is when I flex that muscle
I don't even know what a real one do
Talk that talk, I can back it up too
Got yo dessert, call me the waiter
I'm flirtin', you get it later
You could get it from the inside out
No hands, you could put it in your mouth

[Anitta (Iggy Azalea):]
Change the game (Change it up, change it up now)
Switchin' up the game (Switch it up, switch it up now)
There I go again (Here we go, here we go)
Play your role, play you role
Fantasy (Fantasy)
Turns reality (Turn reality)
Right in front of me (Right in front of me)
I can have it anyway I want

[Iggy Azalea (Anitta):]
Red light, yellow light, green light, switch! (Ooh)
This is 'bout that time you recognize that I'm that bitch
This is all that sauce your mama said you couldn't get
Red light, yellow light, green light, switch! (Ooh)

[Iggy Azalea:]
Uh, it's Iggy bitches
What you want?
What you want, want, want?

Switch it up, the Lamb, the Bentley truck
He don't love you, that ring ain't big enough
If they talkin' that money I'm showing up
My account getting bigger, it's growing up
And I'm still a ma'fuckin' rockstar
Popstar but I roll with the mobsters
Yacht club on the shore eating lobster
While I'm stunting in Geneva with my top off

[Iggy Azalea (Anitta):]
Red light, yellow light, green light, switch! (Ooh)
This is 'bout that time you recognize that I'm that bitch
This is all that sauce your mama said you couldn't get
Red light, yellow light, green light, switch! (Ooh)
Red light, yellow light, green light, switch! (Switch it up on 'em)
This is about the time you recognize that I'm that bitch
This is all that sauce your mama said you couldn't get
Red light, yellow light, green light, switch! (Switch it up on 'em)
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U Ain't My Daddy lyrics - Iggy Azalea

Wine-O

I'm trying to have a good time tonight with my girlfriends
Got my hair done, bought a brand new outfit
Put my makeup on plus I just got my nails fixed
Bout to hit the club when my man starts talking shit (Aaah!)
You're supposed to be my man but you act like my babysitter
You're supposed to be my friend but you can't get your head together
Never told you no and that you couldn't go with your boys
How come when I wanna roll you talking all this noise?

Why you wanna tell me where to go, stop, left, right
Why you tryna tell me what I can't do
Seems like everytime I wanna go you tell me to stay so
I'mma have to be the one to put you in your place like

You ain't my daddy, you ain't my daddy
You ain't my daddy, you ain't my daddy
You ain't my daddy, you ain't my daddy
You ain't my daddy, you ain't my daddy

Push it back, back baby push it back, push it back
Step away from my face, boy you making me mad
Push it back, back baby push it back, push it back
Step away from my face, boy you making me mad (Aaah!)

See, everytime I'm gone, you just can't hang up the phone
Never get sick of the sound of the dial tone
Just hit 1 o'clock you telling me to bring it home
Come on out the club but I hit you with a no
No, I'm not gon' go and no, I'm not gon' leave
I never tell you what to do, so stop telling me
See, everybody's looking and you mad cause they want it
Feeling frustrated cause you home and you lonely (Aaah!)

Why you wanna tell me where to go, stop, left, right
Why you tryna tell me what I can't do
Seems like everytime I wanna go you tell me to stay so
I'mma have to be the one to put you in your place like

You ain't my daddy, you ain't my daddy
You ain't my daddy, you ain't my daddy
You ain't my daddy, you ain't my daddy
You ain't my daddy, you ain't my daddy

Push it back, back baby push it back, push it back
Step away from my face, boy you making me mad
Push it back, back baby push it back, push it back
Step away from my face, boy you making me mad (Aaah!)

Now baby I'm grown and I go where I wanna go
Do what I wanna do, so no man can tell me, I
Can't 'cause I can, what to say what to wear
I'm gon' do what I like, 'cause I really don't care (Aaah!)
If you don't or you stay, if you are or you ain't
If you do, or you don't, cause I want it my way
Right now I'm so sick of you, tryna control me
I think it's 'bout time that I told you how it's gon' be (Aaah!)

Why you wanna tell me where to go, stop, left, right
Why you tryna tell me what I can't do
Seems like everytime I wanna go you tell me to stay so
I'mma have to be the one to put you in your place like

You ain't my daddy, you ain't my daddy
You ain't my daddy, you ain't my daddy
You ain't my daddy, you ain't my daddy
You ain't my daddy, you ain't my daddy

Push it back, back baby push it back, push it back
Step away from my face, boy you making me mad
Push it back, back baby push it back, push it back
Step away from my face, boy you making me mad (Aaah!)
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"Digital Distortion" (2016)

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Azillion lyrics - Iggy Azalea

Heading for a zillion
Thumbing through a billion
Gotta keep it trillion
What is a million?
Okay
Heading for a zillion
Thumbing through a billion
Gotta keep it trillion
What is a million?
Okay

Heading for a zillion
Thumbing through a billion
Gotta keep it trillion
What is a million?
What the fuck is a million?
Gotta stack bread, home pride to the ceiling, uh
All my bitches say let’s get it on
One time for my bitches that can get it on
Represent for the ladies that be working
Who we schooling? Who you ruling?
Pussy power, ‘til I'm passin' on
Uh, six feet to the dead beats
Six feet to those that don’t understand me
Six feet to the lame dudes talking who scared to put a ring on it
Yeah, you know you hear me
Listen up this is therapy
There is no one ahead of me
A hundred bad chicks are backing me
The rest of y’all are just nominees

Who tryna get it, tryna get it with me
If I can do it you can get it with me
Guacamole, come and get it with me
Point ‘em out, every penny, penny
Who tryna get it, tryna get it with me
If I can do it you can get it with me
Guacamole, come and get it with me
Point ‘em out, every penny, penny

Now what’s a milli to a billion?
Forget a billi keep it trillion
We looking pretty in the building
Looking like a trillion
Feeling like a zillion
Now what’s a milli to a billion?
Forget a billi keep it trillion
We looking pretty in the building
Looking like a trillion
Feeling like a zillion

This is when I kill it, when I flip it
When I get it on
Money got us fickle think I want to spend it all
Fuck them with the silvers and golds
I’m getting commas and O’s like cheerios needs to get a song
Who tryna get it, tryna get it with me?
From December to the motherfucking Igguary
Body bags putting covers in the cemetery
New Classic just the preliminary
This a rap bitch obituary
Pop queen, many weeks on the chart it’s scary
Got my squad no time for a little fairy
Raw shit, salmonella, gotta fuckin' bury
Legendary, kept it hustling, go for nothing, it was temporary
Seen it all before it happened I’m a visionary
Now the game, that’s mine, it’s necessary

Who tryna get it, tryna get it with me
If I can do it you can get it with me
Guacamole, come and get it with me
Point ‘em out, every penny, penny
Who tryna get it, tryna get it with me
If I can do it you can get it with me
Guacamole, come and get it with me
Point ‘em out, every penny, penny

Now what’s a milli to a billion?
Forget a billi keep it trillion
We looking pretty in the building
Looking like a trillion
Feeling like a zillion
Now what’s a milli to a billion?
Forget a billi keep it trillion
We looking pretty in the building
Looking like a trillion
Feeling like a zillion
Feeling like a zillion

Heading for a zillion
Thumbing through a billion
Gotta keep it trillion
What is a million?
Heading for a zillion
Thumbing through a billion
Gotta keep it trillion
What is a million?
What is a million?

Listen up
This is when I kill it, when I flip it
When I get it on
Money got us fickle think I want to spend it all
Fuck them with the silvers and golds
I’m getting commas and O’s like cheerios needs to get a song
Gotta stack, stack, stack, stack bread
Getting commas and O’s O-O-O-O-O
Legendary
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Team lyrics Iggy Azalea

Turn me up, break the knob right
I get dressed like it's prom night
I feed them lemons in the limelight
They say I'm full, lost my appetite?!
(Hell nah) Keep on pushing like a dealer
(Hell nah) Keep on shooting, Reggie Miller
(Hell nah) Go and give 'em all the finger
You gotta set the score right, call it Hans Zimmer
My time wherever I gooo...
I took a chance like I'm from Chicagooo...
100+ in that Murcielagooo...
Bout to go ape, hey! Turn it to the congooo...

Baby I got me
Baby I got me
And that's all I need
Yeah that's all I need
Baby I got me
Only friend I need
Playing on my team
Is someone like...

Me, baby, no way
Watch me while I do my thing
Oh, baby, no way
Are you fucking with the team?

Outchea, pronto
Hit 'em with the dose, that's a combo
Running through ya block, no fumble
Bout to kill 'em all, where the shovel?
See I gotta go for mine
Benja-jammin' - that money on my mind
Jamaican club, I'm stayin' on the grind
Dutty wine, don't step on this land mine!
Ven aqui, andele
You tryna take flight? Do what I say
100+ vogues on the highway
Watch a new car dash, call me Kylie

Baby I got me
Baby I got me
And that's all I need
Yeah that's all I need
Baby I got me
Only friend I need
Playing on my team
Is someone like...

Me, baby, no way
Watch me while I do my thing
Oh, baby, no way
Are you fucking with the team?

Are you workin' with some cash here, cash here?
100,000 on the dash yeah, dash yeah
All my ladies shake it fast yeah, fast yeah
Now vogue on that ass, yup! Yeah we in here
[x2]

Baby I got me
Baby I got me
And that's all I need
Yeah that's all I need
Baby I got me
Only friend I need
Playing on my team
Is someone like...

Me, baby, no way
Watch me while I do my thing
Oh, baby, no way
Are you fucking with the team?

Team, team
Team, team
Are you fuckin' with the team?
Are you fuckin' with the team?
Are you fuckin' with the team?
Are you fuckin' with the team?
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"Reclassified" (2014)




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Heavy Crown lyrics - Iggy Azalea (feat. Ellie Goulding)

Life been crazy, all advice has been to chill more
Ironic I've been living off what people down to kill for
And I find no comfort in numbers knowin' there's always a mil more
Fact was that cat dragged my pretty ass right at the top of that billboard
And all of my folks who done been here from jump you the ones I'ma cover the bill for
And as I get ill more
We gon' triple the order of champagne and spill more
Let's settle the real score
Been wondering what the public gotta feel for
So let's keep it real yeah you know I'm killing game as soon as I step on the field
Y'all at the top are all mad now, there's no turning back now
I won't ever back down
They feel me like they giving Iggy a pat down
I needed a moment, I found it
Lately I've been on my runnin' the town shit
Especially walkin' around with

This heavy crown
You can't always please the crowd
But I am still not bowing down
This heavy crown
It comes and goes around
And when it's time, I'll pass it proud
But bitch I got it now

So keep it cute, chick, and don't be hatin' on the new chick
Go back and check your stats and bet they let you know I do's this
Glasses full of empty depending on point of view chick
If you was mad before I bet you hate me for this new shit
Maybe you should watch what you've got coming out your two lips
Get cool with how I kick it or else you gon' get the boot, bitch
Iggy A-Z-A a.k.a. captain of the crew ship
Don't penny pinch I promise baby, I don't need your two cents
Get rid of the makeup let us see just who you is
But if you feel like that girl bless your heart, go get it how you live
When you hear my name you gotta know that she's something regal
I'm one of one ain't no sequels
I'm wearing

This heavy crown
You can't always please the crowd
But I am still not bowing down
This heavy crown
It comes and goes around
And when it's time, I'll pass it proud
But bitch I got it now

To everyone who said I'd never make it
Oh Lord, weren't you mistaken
I got a dinner date with greatness
Iggy Igg ain't never been nothin' to play wit, hold up
To everyone who said I'd never make it
I'm at the top laughin' in your faces
I've been practising my patience
But I switch back quick if you play with

This heavy crown
To everyone who said I'd never make it
This heavy crown
Oh Lord weren't you mistaken

This heavy crown
To everyone who said I'd never make it
This heavy crown
Oh Lord weren't you mistaken

This heavy crown
To everyone who said I'd never make it
This heavy crown
Oh Lord weren't you mistaken

This heavy crown
To everyone who said I'd never make it
This heavy crown
I'm at the top laughin' in your faces

Bitch I got it now
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