Thanks I Get lyrics - Iggy Azalea
J White I need a beat
J White I need a beat I
J White I need a
J White I need a beat I can go off on (Ooh)
I'm the one that kept it cool
With all you bitches
I'm the one that's 'bout to school all of you bitches
I'm the one that had to show you how to grind
I'm the one and only, I'm one of a kind
I'm the one that kept it real from the jump
I'm the one that showed these bitches how to stunt
And this the muhfuckin' thanks I get?
This the muhfuckin' thanks I get?
I'm the one to hit the news on you bitches
Debut at number one and number two on you bitches
Matter fact, as I recall, I hit that ooh on you bitches
Counting blues, fuck checkers
Went chess moves on you bitches, hello
I remember day one and every single face that was there
This bitch rare
Six inches inching up the stairs
Seven years here, still can't no bitch can compare
And even though there's all these little me's everywhere
I'm the one that kept it cool with all you bitches
I'm the one that's 'bout to school all of you bitches
I'm the one that had to show you how to grind
I'm the one and only, I'm one of a kind
I'm the one that kept it real from the jump
I'm the one that showed these bitches how to stunt
And this the muhfuckin' thanks I get?
This the muhfuckin' thanks I get?
I'm the motherfucking truth, ayy, if I do say
Name stay in bitches mouths like they got a toothache
I be mindin' my own business, I don't need a suitcase
Pockets pregnant, everybody askin' me my due date
I'm just saying I'm the one, let's keep it real
I'm that child's mother, baby, this really no big reveal
I'm the one that made it possible for you to get a deal
I'm the one that fixed your plate
I'm the one that gave you a meal
Let me make myself clear
I'm the one that kept it cool with all you bitches
I'm the one that's 'bout to school all of you bitches
I'm the one that had to show you how to grind
I'm the one and only, I'm one of a kind
I'm the one that kept it real from the jump
I'm the one that showed these bitches how to stunt
And this the muhfuckin' thanks I get?
This the muhfuckin' thanks I get?
I'm the one that kept it cool with all you bitches
(Cool with all you bitches)
I'm the one that had to show you how to grind
I'm one of a kind
Clap Back lyrics - Iggy Azalea
J White, I need a beat I can go off on (Ooh)
'Cause I talk like this and my ass fat
They be saying Iggy tryna act black
Hatin' broke hoes get laughed at
All they do is cap like snapbacks
He hit me up, he said he having flashbacks
You're my ex for a reason, I don't backtrack
Gimme 50 feet bitch, back, back
I got time today, I'm finna clap back
Clap back (Ooh), clap back (Yeah)
Clap back (Ooh), clap back (Ooh)
Clap back (Ooh), clap back (Yeah)
I got time today, I'm finna clap back (Yeah)
Clap back (Ooh), clap back (Ooh)
Clap back (Ooh), clap back (Yeah)
Clap back (Ooh), clap back (Yeah)
I got time today, I'm finna clap back
I-G-G, play with that girl
I'm gon' get on your head like a snapback
Bad bitch, got a bag, and her body stacked like flapjacks
AP cost 21, no blackjack (Oh)
I can make the dealer bust (Uh)
And I could give a fuck who ain't feelin' us (No)
Brand new range in the driveway
Squattin' on Forgis, no shoestring, sittin' up
10 bank accounts and all of them got to fillin' up
You gone, but the home girl (What?) is a millionaire (Uh)
Got Ben Fran in a choke hold 'til he tap out
Know these broke hoes feel like giving up
Hey, still litty on 'em
Pigeon-toed, thick form girl, that mean Iggy on 'em
Need a bad boy 'cause I'm tryna go Diddy on him
I don't even have to say shit right here and I shitted on 'em
'Cause I talk like this and my ass fat
They be saying Iggy tryna act black
Hatin' broke hoes get laughed at
All they do is cap like snapbacks
He hit me up, he said he having flashbacks
You're my ex for a reason, I don't backtrack
Gimme 50 feet bitch, back, back
I got time today, I'm finna clap back
Clap back (Ooh), clap back (Yeah)
Clap back (Ooh), clap back (Ooh)
Clap back (Ooh), clap back (Yeah)
I got time today, I'm finna clap back (Yeah)
Clap back (Ooh), clap back (Ooh)
Clap back (Ooh), clap back (Yeah)
Clap back (Ooh), clap back (Yeah)
I got time today, I'm finna clap back
They call me racist
Only thing I like is green and blue faces
None of my exes could say that I'm crazy
We not the same, baby, you shop at Macy's
Take a pic and then go say that we date
If they don't got a story, I swear they gon' make it
No more questions, I ain't giving no statements
The shots I send back do not come with a chaser
Heard 'em say that I got dropped from the label
But that did not happen, please stop all that capping
I'm clapping, I'm off now, I own all my masters
My downfall, they pray on that shit like a pastor
I love all my haters, I'm being sarcastic
I left, but I'm 'bout to bounce back like elastic
Fuck all these other bitches, I'm the baddest
From now on, you can call me Iggy the savage
'Cause I talk like this and my ass fat
They be saying Iggy tryna act black
Hatin' broke hoes get laughed at
All they do is cap like snapbacks
He hit me up, he said he having flashbacks
You're my ex for a reason, I don't backtrack
Gimme 50 feet bitch, back, back
I got time today, I'm finna clap back
Clap back (Ooh), clap back (Yeah)
Clap back (Ooh), clap back (Ooh)
Clap back (Ooh), clap back (Yeah)
I got time today, I'm finna clap back (Yeah)
Clap back (Ooh), clap back (Ooh)
Clap back (Ooh), clap back (Yeah)
Clap back (Ooh), clap back (Yeah)
I got time today, I'm finna clap back
(Clap back, clap back, clap back, clap back)
(Clap back, clap back, yeah)
(Clap back, clap back, clap back, clap back)
(Clap back, clap back, yeah)
I got time today, I'm finna clap back
Sally Walker lyrics - Iggy Azalea
J. White, I need a beat, I can go off on (Ooh)
Lil Sally Walker, walkin' down the street
She didn't know what to do, so she jumped in front of me
Lil Sally Walker, walkin' down the street
She didn't know what to do, so she jumped in front of me
I said go on, girl, do yo thang (Go)
Do yo thang (Go), do yo thang (Go)
Go on, girl, do yo thang (Go), do yo thang (Go), stop (Go)
Go on, girl, do yo thang (Go)
Do yo thang (Go), do yo thang (Go)
Go on, girl, do yo thang (Go), do yo thang (Go), drop (Go)
Lil Sally Walker, uh, shake it proper, uh
Bend it over, make it wobble, uh, got a lotta buns
Pick it up and drop it, uh, for the proper funds
Anything to make the profit come, get them dollars, hon'
Add that shit up just like mathematics
If you do it for free, then it's ass backwards
All of you bitches is mad at me
Pro'ly mad 'cause you ain't in my tax bracket
You bitches is broker than glass crackin'
You ain't gon' do shit, you just act ratchet
Play with me, you gon' get backhanded
I toot it up and look back at it
Lil Sally Walker, walkin' down the street
She didn't know what to do, so she jumped in front of me
Lil Sally Walker, walkin' down the street
She didn't know what to do, so she jumped in front of me
I said go on, girl, do yo thang (Go)
Do yo thang (Go), do yo thang (Go)
Go on, girl, do yo thang (Go), do yo thang (Go), stop (Go)
Go on, girl, do yo thang (Go)
Do yo thang (Go), do yo thang (Go)
Go on, girl, do yo thang (Go), do yo thang (Go), drop (Go)
Watch me throw it back and toot it, they love how I do it, uh
I'm the truth, you can't refuse it, plus my body's stupid, uh
He wasn't even shot by Cupid, but your dude's a groupie, uh
You would think it's gettin' evicted how my booty movin' (yeah)
Better yet, I need a U-Haul
One of a kind, I don't do malls
These bitches talk more than group calls
Shut the fuck up with them loose walls
Matter fact, I'm not gon' go back and forth
With you bitches like Duval and Snoop Dogg
These bitches front like a new bra
Don't get your ass dragged like RuPaul
Lil Sally Walker, walkin' down the street
She didn't know what to do, so she jumped in front of me
Lil Sally Walker, walkin' down the street
She didn't know what to do, so she jumped in front of me
I said go on, girl, do yo thang (Go)
Do yo thang (Go), do yo thang (Go)
Go on, girl, do yo thang (Go), do yo thang (Go), stop (Go)
Go on, girl, do yo thang (Go)
Do yo thang (Go), do yo thang (Go)
Go on, girl, do yo thang (Go), do yo thang (Go), drop (Go)
Go, go, go
Go, go, go (Do yo thang, stop)
Go, go, go
Go, go, go (Do yo thang, drop)
Hoemita lyrics - Iggy Azalea (feat. Lil Yachty)
[Iggy Azalea (Lil Yachty):]
Face down (Go)
Back it up (Ayy)
Drop it
Drop it down low, then pop it
[Iggy Azalea:]
Face down (Face down), ass up (Ass up)
Back it up (Back it up), drop it (Drop it)
Slim thick (Slim thick), big butt (Big butt)
Tatted up (Tatted up), pop it (Pop it)
Throw it back (Throw it back), bounce dat ass (Bounce dat ass)
Make it clap (Make it clap), drop it (Drop it)
Do the splits (Do the splits), you the shit (You the shit)
Drop it down low, then pop it
I-G-G-Y, VIP, I'm very important (Uh)
Girl you need to chill, stop lookin' at my heels
You know you can't afford 'em (Nah)
Check out my figure, I'm flyer than a bitch
And I ain't even boardin' (Nah)
Been on my shit, 'bout to twerk on this dick
With my tongue out like Jordan (Ugh)
Baby, I do what I want, and you only do what you can
Came to the spot just to fuck it up
And I know that I'ma stick to the plan, yeah
He wanna put cuffs on my hands
'Cause I make it clap like I sit in the stands
He tryna lock me up all because I made it drop
Like it slipped out my hands (Woo)
[Iggy Azalea {Lil Yachty}:]
Face down (Face down), ass up (Ass up)
Back it up (Back it up), drop it (Drop it)
Slim thick (Slim thick), big butt (Big butt)
Tatted up (Tatted up), pop it (Pop it)
Throw it back (Throw it back), bounce dat ass (Bounce dat ass)
Make it clap (Make it clap), drop it (Drop it)
Do the splits (Do the splits), you the shit (You the shit, {Lil Boat})
Drop it down low, then pop it {Go}
[Lil Yachty:]
Pop it just like soda, whip it like yola
Got a bitch named Dakota, she kinda older
Got me hard like a boulder, get neck like shoulders
I'm on side it like Folgers, need you to focus
Niggas can't afford to focus, that's why they drive it
Niggas came in with pistols, ain't had to hide 'em
Niggas lookin' for hoes, we already got 'em
Told her fuck with the kid like a bully
Told the gang come in deep as a gully (Go)
Got the jet by the water like Sully
They can't stand it, I move like a bandit
Getting ate like a sandwich, my sweater is hand-stitched
In the 4-88, I'm with mad Mitch
In the back of the 'Bach with a bad bitch
Niggas hate when I win, it's the same shit
Niggas honkin' they horn when I lane switch, skrrt (Skrrt)
They get dangerous
My young nigga, they don't know what danger is
Play with Boat, it get sketch as a stranger is
It's dramatic as manga is
I don't know how to fight, but I know what a banger is
Bitch, it's Boat, I need more credit
Turned this beat to a diabetic
Look, let's go (Lil Boat)
[Iggy Azalea {Lil Yachty}:]
Face down (Face down), ass up (Ass up)
Back it up (Back it up), drop it (Drop it)
Slim thick (Slim thick), big butt (Big butt)
Tatted up (Tatted up), pop it (Pop it, {ayy})
Throw it back (Throw it back), bounce dat ass (Bounce dat ass)
Make it clap (Make it clap), drop it (Drop it)
Do the splits (Do the splits), you the shit (You the shit)
Drop it down low, then pop it
Drop it down low, then pop it
Drop it down low, then pop it
Face down, ass up, back it up, drop it
(I bet you love me now)
Drop it, drop it
(I bet you love me now)
Drop it down low, then pop it
Started lyrics - Iggy Azalea
I started from the bottom and now I'm rich
I got in my bag and I ain't looked back since
I started to say sorry, but fuck that shit
You started out hatin', now you love my drip
I started from the bottom and now I'm rich
I got in my bag and I ain't looked back since
I started to say sorry, but fuck that shit
You started out hatin', now you love my drip
Ayy, bitch, they lookin' at me, they not lookin' at you
I don't mean to be rude, I'm a ten, you a two
He be blowin' me up like a fuckin' balloon
I just tell him give me space like the man on the moon
You know that I'm the best, is that why you depressed?
Say you gettin' a check, girl, you be frontin' like breasts
I look good for myself, I got no one to impress
You better ask your GPS, I ain't the one to address
Lil' bitch, look
I started from the bottom and now I'm rich
I got in my bag and I ain't looked back since
I started to say sorry, but fuck that shit
You started out hatin', now you love my drip
I started from the bottom and now I'm rich
I got in my bag and I ain't looked back since
I started to say sorry, but fuck that shit
You started out hatin', now you love my drip
Do you hate that you love me or do you love that you hate me?
All you bitches be bitin', I hope you don't give me rabies
You can say what you want about me as long as you pay me
I'm just tryna get them Ms and I ain't talkin' Slim Shady
Bitch don't look at me crazy or you'll be pushin' up daisies
On this watch, I spent eighty, got me lit up like Las Vegas
Yeah, my house is so big, I'm sittin' on acres and acres
I have never seen my neighbors, no du-rag but Iggy wavy
Goddamn
I started from the bottom and now I'm rich
I got in my bag and I ain't looked back since
I started to say sorry, but fuck that shit
You started out hatin', now you love my drip
I started from the bottom and now I'm rich
I got in my bag and I ain't looked back since
I started to say sorry, but fuck that shit
You started out hatin', now you love my drip
I know I'm fine, okay
Yeah, I'm a dime, okay
I cut him off if he ever get outta line, okay
I do it big, okay
Like I'm a giant, okay
I waste my wine before I ever waste my time, okay
Get outta line, okay
It's goin' down, okay
You know my temper is way shorter than a Vine, okay
We not the same, lil' mama, I don't wait in line, okay
You say you rich, well like Mufasa you be lyin', okay
Well, okay
I started from the bottom and now I'm rich
I got in my bag and I ain't looked back since
I started to say sorry, but fuck that shit
You started out hatin', now you love my drip
I started from the bottom and now I'm rich
I got in my bag and I ain't looked back since
I started to say sorry, but fuck that shit
You started out hatin', now you love my drip
Spend It lyrics - Iggy Azalea
Spend it, spend it, spend it
Spend it, spend it, spend it
Ayy, if I want it, I'ma get it
Get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it
This money mine, so I'ma spend it
Run it back, run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back, run it back
Ayy, if I want it, I'ma get it
Run it back, run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back, run it back
This money mine, so I'ma spend it
I just bought a Bentley and, no, it ain't rented
People tryna see who in it, but the windows tinted
Yep, I'm on E, that don't mean empty, that shit mean expensive
And when I hit the scene, I kill it, but ain't no forensics
I bought a wedding ring
That's 'cause I'm married to the game (Uh)
I can't complain (Uh)
I'm gettin' money, fuck the fame (Uh)
I'm in my bag
Don't want your man, he super lame (Uh)
I don't catch feelings
I'm catching flights, can't miss my plane (Uh)
You know I'm the flyest, I fly private, not United (Nah)
If I want it, I'ma buy it
I got drivers, what's a license? (Skrrt, skrrt)
Far from broke and I'm so dope
I hope that I don't get indicted (Ugh)
The reason I look the nicest is 'cause I don't look at prices
All I do is
Spend it, spend it, spend it
Spend it, spend it, spend it
Ayy, if I want it, I'ma get it
Get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it
This money mine, so I'ma spend it
Run it back, run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back, run it back
Ayy, if I want it, I'ma get it
Run it back, run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back, run it back
This money mine, so I'ma spend it
And I know
You ain't gotta tell me, baby, I know (What?)
You mad 'cause you broke and I'm not, hoe (Yeah)
I buy shit in bulk like it's Costco (Yeah, yeah)
And it don't make no sense (Yeah)
I'm in the game and sit you on the bench (Bench)
Bitch your breath stink from talkin' shit, you want a mint? (Ew)
Same time you spend hatin' you could be gettin' rich (Ew)
When I was 22, I was runnin' it back like Emmitt Smith (Ugh)
Yeah I been broke before, but I ain't been back since (Nah)
I used to be on my ass, but that's past tense (Yeah)
Now I'm so far up, I got jetlag, bitch (Boom)
If you ain't getting cash sis, huh, you are not a bad bitch
Spend it, spend it, spend it
Spend it, spend it, spend it
Ayy, if I want it, I'ma get it
Get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it
This money mine, so I'ma spend it
Run it back, run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back, run it back
Ayy, if I want it, I'ma get it
Run it back, run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back, run it back
This money mine, so I'ma spend it
Spend it, spend it, spend it
Spend it, spend it, spend it (What?)
Get it, get it, get it (Yeah)
Get it, get it, get it (Yeah, yeah)
Run it back (Yeah), run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back, run it back
Fuck It Up lyrics - Iggy Azalea (feat. Kash Doll)
[Iggy Azalea {Kash Doll}:]
(Fuck it up, sis)
Just fuckin' it up (Fuck it up, sis)
Pull up in some new shit (Fuck it up, sis)
Just fuckin' it up, ayy
Fuckin' it up
I be standing on the couch just fuckin' it up, ayy
(Fuck it up, sis, fuck it up, sis)
Fuckin' it up (Fuck it up, sis)
I be in my own space just fuckin' it up, ayy
(Fuck it up, sis, fuck it up, sis)
Just fuckin' it up (Fuck it up, sis)
G-gettin' money feel way better than bustin' a nut
Fuck it up, sis, fuck it up, sis {Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy}
Fuck it up, sis, fuck it up, sis {Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy}
Fuck it up, sis, fuck it up, sis {Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy}
Fuck it up, sis, fuck it up {Ayy, ayy, ayy}
[Iggy Azalea:]
Look
I'ma let these bitches know right now I ain't the one to play with
30 thousand, all hunnids in the bag, that's what I stay with
If a bitch got smoke or pressure, I suggest right now you say it
He love when I slop it up, his favorite when lil Iggy spray it
I got my coins, but still gon' look for him to pay it
Nudes broke the net, I hate to be the one to say it
Barely show shit and they still pay their last to graze it
Bitches mad tight, their mans, they want to have my baby
Barely ever out, but when I am, I'm lookin like a lick
I grab his dick, I told him don't say shit, he like my last flick
The AP never tick, he in my DMs, but he never hit
I brought them bitches out and all my bad bitches with the shits
[Iggy Azalea {Kash Doll}:]
(Fuck it up, sis)
Just fuckin' it up (Fuck it up, sis)
Pull up in some new shit (Fuck it up, sis)
Just fuckin' it up, ayy
Fuckin' it up
I be standing on the couch just fuckin' it up, ayy
(Fuck it up, sis, fuck it up, sis)
Fuckin' it up (Fuck it up, sis)
I be in my own space just fuckin' it up, ayy
(Fuck it up, sis, fuck it up, sis)
Just fuckin' it up (Fuck it up, sis)
G-gettin' money feel way better than bustin' a nut
Fuck it up, sis, fuck it up, sis {Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy}
Fuck it up, sis, fuck it up, sis {Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy}
Fuck it up, sis, fuck it up, sis {Ayy, ayy, ah, ayy, ayy}
Fuck it up, sis, fuck it up {Ah, ayy, ayy, ayy}
[Kash Doll:]
Uh, drop down, bust it open (Bust it open)
Wet, wet, got that Pacific Ocean (Ooh, ooh)
Chuck E. Cheese me, please give me a token (That's right)
If you want me to fuck it up like it's broken (Ayy)
See, I got no competition (Ayy)
If I'm playing, I'm winnin' (Ayy)
Yeah, these diamonds be hittin' (Ayy)
Cartier Harry Winston
Wanna sleep in this good pussy like a tenant
Need a deposit in that first month, you gotta rent it (Ew)
Bad bitch, and it can't be debated (That's right)
Standin' on a couch, I know these jealous bitches hate it
Ass so big, that shit look like it's inflated (Ah, ah)
Starving all these bitches the way me and Iggy ate it
You know I'ma fuck it up
[Iggy Azalea {Kash Doll}:]
(Fuck it up, sis)
Just fuckin' it up (Fuck it up, sis)
Pull up in some new shit (Fuck it up, sis)
Just fuckin' it up, ayy (Ah, ah, ah)
Fuckin' it up
I be standing on the couch just fuckin' it up, ayy
(Fuck it up, sis, fuck it up, sis)
Fuckin' it up (Fuck it up, sis)
I be in my own space just fuckin' it up, ayy
(Fuck it up, sis, fuck it up, sis)
Just fuckin' it up (Fuck it up, sis)
G-gettin' money feel way better than bustin' a nut (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Fuck it up, sis, fuck it up, sis {Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy}
Fuck it up, sis, fuck it up, sis {Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy}
Fuck it up, sis, fuck it up, sis {Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy}
Fuck it up, sis, fuck it up {Ayy, ayy, ayy}
Big Bag lyrics - Iggy Azalea (feat. Stini)
Got it on Smash
Go Grizz
[Iggy Azalea:]
Pop my clip and click clack
Pull up, push your shit back
Ain't got no time for chit chat
Just holla if you need that
Ain't 'bout dollars, get no text back
Packs, you know I flip that
Already had my setbacks
I pull up with the big bag
I pull up with the big bag, big bag
I pull up with the big bag, big bag
Pull up with the big bag, big bag
I pull up with the big bag, big bag
I-G-G, I need that big bag
That broke shit, I'm not with that
Since y'all love lettin' y'all lips flap
Go tell 'em that that bitch back
This money still comin' fast
So quick, Ben Frank got whiplash
These diamonds in my necklace
Watch and bracelet look like chipped glass
Who playin' with your bitch ass?
That's smoke for sure you get that
This new Range it just sprint pass
I'm crazy with my rich ass
We not the same, that's big facts
This pussy should be gift wrap
Then I get so much paper, sometimes I feel like I print that
Pop my clip and click clack
Pull up, push your shit back
Ain't got no time for chit chat
Just holla if you need that
Ain't 'bout dollars, get no text back
Packs, you know I flip that
Already had my setbacks
I pull up with the big bag
I pull up with the big bag, big bag
I pull up with the big bag, big bag
Pull up with the big bag, big bag
I pull up with the big bag, big bag
[Stini:]
Karma brought the big bag
Now all you bitches big mad
Just 'cause I went and got cash
I been there and I done that
It's 20 bands, yeah, run that
My jewels hit like "pat, pat"
You got check, then gon' head, cut that
Drip and dividends, I'm 'bout that
Chanel shoes sold out, can't cop that
So you bitches can't copycat
[Iggy Azalea:]
Pop my clip and click clack
Pull up, push your shit back
Ain't got no time for chit chat
Just holla if you need that
Ain't 'bout dollars, get no text back
Packs, you know I flip that
Already had my setbacks
I pull up with the big bag
I pull up with the big bag, big bag
I pull up with the big bag, big bag
Pull up with the big bag, big bag
I pull up with the big bag, big bag
Runnin' through a new batch
Fendi, I done did that
Chanel runners like kick backs
My money gun got kick back
High with some jetlag
I've been runnin' up big bags
It's gon' come back, so I spend that
Two bags from Goyard cost me 10 racks
Pop my clip and click clack
Pull up, push your shit back
Ain't got no time for chit chat
Just holla if you need that
Ain't 'bout dollars, get no text back
Packs, you know I flip that
Already had my setbacks
I pull up with the big bag
I pull up with the big bag, big bag
I pull up with the big bag, big bag
Pull up with the big bag, big bag
I pull up with the big bag, big bag
Comme Des Garcons lyrics - Iggy Azalea
Rico's going crazy again
Outfit by Dior, this hot bitch on all fours
I got bands, a lot more, I'm dripping in all sauce
Shoes, they got hearts on, that's Comme des Garçons
I got drip, I got sauce, I got drip, I got sauce
Outfit by Dior, this hot bitch on all fours
I got bands, a lot more, I'm dripping in all sauce
Shoes, they got hearts on, that's Comme des Garçons
I got drip, I got sauce, I got drip, I got sauce
I got drip, I got sauce, I got drip, I got sauce
I got drip, I got sauce, I got drip, I got sauce
One more shot of 1942 would have me nice
If I threw all my jewelry, you'd be skatin' on this ice
I'm VIP, you not important, you get no invite
I do every bit of two hunnid, runnin' red lights
Hit a right
You not the one for me, can't hit this twice
They always come for me, I win in spite
Ain't no man ever said I'm not his type
Bitch, I'm piped, pussy tight
Expensive taste, big appetite
If you hate me, bitch, get your life
Them hunnids stacked high got me hyped
No lie, I get anything I like
Outfit by Dior, this hot bitch on all fours
I got bands, a lot more, I'm dripping in all sauce
Shoes, they got hearts on, that's Comme des Garçons
I got drip, I got sauce, I got drip, I got sauce
Outfit by Dior, this hot bitch on all fours
I got bands, a lot more, I'm dripping in all sauce
Shoes, they got hearts on, that's Comme des Garçons
I got drip, I got sauce, I got drip, I got sauce
I got drip, I got sauce, I got drip, I got sauce
I got drip, I got sauce, I got drip, I got sauce
I got drip, I got sauce, you not real, you knock off
I work hard, no time off, won't climb off my high horse
Don't test me, I'm not soft, swing at you like Top Golf
It's me, myself and I-G-G-Y, I'm my boss
These lights make my eyes clear, on point like spiked hair
I'm not your average white girl, got a Big Apple like Times Square
Talk shit, but when I come around, they get quiet like the library
Bad Dreams, LLC, we give these hoes nightmares
Look at the top, I'm right there, and I don't plan on leavin' (Leavin')
This how I spend my evenin' (Evenin')
I made 'em shut down Neiman's
Yeah, anytime I post a pic, they go nuts like semen
Girl, whenever they see me, I kill it and have 'em grieving
'Cause my
Outfit by Dior, this hot bitch on all fours
I got bands, a lot more, I'm dripping in all sauce
Shoes, they got hearts on, that's Comme des Garçons
I got drip, I got sauce, I got drip, I got sauce
Outfit by Dior, this hot bitch on all fours
I got bands, a lot more, I'm dripping in all sauce
Shoes, they got hearts on, that's Comme des Garçons
I got drip, I got sauce, I got drip, I got sauce
I got drip, I got sauce, I got drip, I got sauce
I got drip, I got sauce, I got drip, I got sauce
Freak Of The Week lyrics - Iggy Azalea (feat. Juicy J)
[Iggy Azalea:]
Candy cane lane, baby give me brain
Do something strange in the back of the range
[Juicy J:]
What Juicy J say, he be like shut the fuck up
Throw a little freak in Hollywood
[Iggy Azalea:]
Freak of the week, freak of the week
Freak of the week, freak of the week
Freak of the week, freak of the week
Freak of the week, freak of the week
Throw that cash (Yeah, hoe), throw that cash
Throw that cash (Yeah, hoe), bounce that ass
Throw that cash (Yeah, hoe), throw that cash
Throw that cash (Yeah, hoe), bounce that ass
Ooh, let me be your muse
Make me scream, fuck me like you got something to prove
Now you know I need a fix, come tighten my screws
Pussy wetter than an ocean, boy, come take a cruise
I'm bout to move straight to Candy Cane Lane, baby, give me brain
Do something strange in the back of the Range
You know I'm picture perfect, come and beat it out the frame
Put it in me deep, I like the pain, I won't complain
I'm a nympho for your motherfucking nympho, I'ma please it
If we fuck, you cumming first just like the intro
Make 'em lick it 'fore he stick it since he hungry like a hippo
Have 'em bustin' like a window, now he knocked out on the pillow
Ooh, Iggy, I'm the
Freak of the week, freak of the week
Freak of the week, freak of the week
Freak of the week, freak of the week
Freak of the week, freak of the week
Throw that cash (Yeah, hoe), throw that cash
Throw that cash (Yeah, hoe), bounce that ass
Throw that cash (Yeah, hoe), throw that cash
Throw that cash (Yeah, hoe), bounce that ass
[Juicy J:]
(Shut the fuck up)
Yeah, freak of the week (Week)
I just call her Sunday (Sunday)
We only fuck on Sunday (Sunday)
I fly her back on Monday (Monday)
I move 'em in and move 'em out just like I'm slangin drugs (Oh)
I light it up and twist 'em out just like I'm changing bulbs (Haha)
I just fucked my Tuesday 'cause my Monday runnin' late (Late)
My Friday bitch want Thursday
'Cause she don't wanna wait (Mm-mmm)
I be having to beg my hoes to give my dick a break (I did)
My new bitch say she gon' kill me if I give this dick away
Come here, bounce that ass, I might fit you in my week
When I spray it in her face, she gon' turn the other cheek
I'm a dog, I'm a dog, girl, that pussy like a treat
Give me brain, give me brain, turn a nigga to a geek (Yes, sir)
[Iggy Azalea {Juicy J}:]
Freak of the week {Ayy}, freak of the week {Uh-huh}
Freak of the week {Let's get it}, freak of the week {Uh-huh}
Freak of the week {Uh-huh}, freak of the week {Uh-huh}
Freak of the week {Uh-huh}, freak of the week {Uh-huh}
Throw that cash (Yeah, hoe), throw that cash
Throw that cash (Yeah, hoe), bounce that ass
Throw that cash (Yeah, hoe), throw that cash
Throw that cash (Yeah, hoe), bounce that ass
[Iggy Azalea:]
Candy Cane Lane, baby, give me brain
Do something strange in the back of the Range
Candy Cane Lane, baby, give me brain
Do something strange in the back of the Range
Freak of the week (Yeah, hoe), freak of the week (Yeah, hoe)
Freak of the, freak of the, freak of the, freak, freak (Yeah, hoe)
Freak of the week, freak of the week
Freak of the week, freak of the week
Just Wanna lyrics - Iggy Azalea
We were paired up, and she actually thought of me
Thought of me enough to decide that I was the guy she could trust for the whole fun-ness of her party
She wanted to fuck me, she wants my dick (Ah, push it)
I just wanna fuck
Ah, push it, ah, push it
I just wanna nut
Ah, push it, ah, push it
I'ma put this pussy on your face
Ah, push it
Open up boy, come and get a taste
Ah, push it
I just wanna fuck
Ah, push it, ah, push it
They call me big Iggy, and I'm a bit freaky
If he hit it, then he love it, there's a big reason
I'm tryna take a ride, I'm on the dick speedin'
Can you come and lay some pipe? 'Cause my shit leakin'
I'm tryna bust it open, I ain't strip teasin'
If we fuck, we stuck together like pits breedin'
When I put it on his face, I think he quit breathin'
Like "ah"
Sweet Jesus
Break him off proper, booty like a model
Make him give me head, medulla oblongata
I take care of my business, let me move into the office
Make me hush, I'm doin' too much talkin', baby
I just wanna fuck (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
I just wanna nut (Nut, nut, nut, nut, nut, nut)
I'ma put this pussy on your face
Ah, push it
Open up boy, come and get a taste
Ah, push it
I just wanna fuck
Ah, push it, ah, push it
I can tell that you want it by the way that you want me
Go on and put on your saddle, I'm 'bout to hop on the pony
When we fuck, I'ma go in, I be screamin' and moanin'
Your face like a litter box, I put the pussy right on it
I am not tryna cuddle, so don't get caught in the moment
I'ma need you to kill it, then after, send your condolence
When it come to pleasin' you, baby, I'm really devoted
Then like a skeleton, we need to be bonin'
I'm tryna tell you, I'm a freaky ass, nasty muhfucka
And if I let him hit, then he a happy muhfucka
And when I throw it back, you better smack it, muhfucka
I grab his hard drive and then I hacked the muhfucka, baby
I just wanna fuck (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
I just wanna nut (Nut, nut, nut, nut, nut, nut)
I'ma put this pussy on your face
Ah, push it
Open up boy, come and get a taste
Ah, push it
I just wanna fuck
Ah, push it, ah, push it
Hey, so did you bring a condom for tonight?
You brought a condom with you?
Yeah, I figured I might as well, you know
I bought a little bottle of spermicidal lube, too
But you laughed at my face when I said I'd be having sex tonight
Yeah, that doesn't mean you shouldn't
Just always be prepared, you know?
You didn't even bring a condom?
Ah, push it, ah, push it
Ah, push it, ah, push it
I'ma put this pussy on your face
Ah, push it
Open up boy, come and get a taste
Ah, push it
I just wanna fuck
Ah, push it, ah, push it
Pussy Pop lyrics - Iggy Azalea
Pussy pop, pussy pop, pussy pop
(Hey yo, Iggy)
Pussy pop, pussy pop, pussy pop
(They say you and J. White did it, man)
Pussy pop, pussy pop, pussy pop
Pussy pop, pussy pop, pussy pop (Yeah)
(Big Iggy)
Pussy pop, pussy pop, pussy pop (Uh)
Pussy pop, pussy pop, pussy pop (Yeah)
Pussy pop, pussy pop, pussy pop (Ooh)
Pussy pop, pussy pop, pussy pop
Left cheek, right cheek, boy shorts, white tee
Damn good hygiene; kill shit, crime scene
Hot like dry steam, melt your ice cream
Can't fit in my jeans, shine like high beams
Freaky, yeah, I'm freaky, rated R, not PG
Water got that Fiji, got green like Luigi
Yo man wanna eat it, gimme head just like a beanie
I ain't gon' tease him, sit it on his face just like Rashiki
Up, down like a yo-yo or a pogo stick
Pussy wet, make him row-row (Uh)
Tryna touch, tell him oh no
That's a no-go unless he give you cheese like a photo (Uh)
If he ain't got no dough, tell him hold on
Then tell him keep it pushing like promo (Uh)
Bend it over, go low-low to the flo'
Then just like a snow globe, I'm gon'
Shake it fast, shake it slow
Make it jiggle make it roll
Take the dough, take control
What the fuck you waiting for?
They don't know you making though
All these bitches taking notes
Put it on him, make him grow
But first you gotta make for sure that yo
Pussy pop, pussy pop, pussy pop
Pussy pop, pussy pop, pussy pop
Don't stop, pussy pop, pussy pop
Pussy pop, pussy pop, pussy pop
Don't stop, pussy pop, pussy pop
Don't stop, pussy pop, pussy pop
Don't stop, pussy pop, pussy pop
Don't stop, pussy pop, pussy pop
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!
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'
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)
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)
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
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!
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
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!
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
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)
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
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
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
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
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
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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