The Last Song Lyrics - Iggy Azalea

All I hear is bitches ain't shit
All men are liars
You can only trust yourself
I know that weed is fire!
It can't last forever
True love died in '96
There is nothing left now
Replace hearts with business
Damn well...
What I'm meaning to seems I,
Think I met someone
But he ain't really my type shiiit
He only 21
His fingers do the talking
Where he's from, will be his coffin
Every time this homeboy drive me 'round think I might die on slauson
But,

I still wanna keep him, cook him breakfast in the mornings
We haven't even kissed yet
But that just make me want him more
Plus he love his mama yep
He a family man
And even though the ratchets love him,
I still think he a gentleman
Oh oh oh
Life's a trip and baby you the plane
And I'm just trynna get a seat next to you to stay
Put his fear in his nose
Why he do that? I don't know
I lost a couple friends to that
So I hope he is in control
Every time he swear he gonna stop
But I know that he won't wish
I could be the only angel he need to be strong
This, could be dangerous
Man I got a lot at stake
I ain't even graduate
So I don't have room for mistakes
No oh oh oh
Life's a trip and baby you the plane
I'm just trynna get a seat next to you to stay
Yes I am, yes I would.
When? For good? For you? For ever!
All my friends think that I'm crazy
They tell me I could do better
Fuck all that, boo
It's you that I'm trying to get to heaven with
They say that you're a hindrance
But I think that you genuinence

They say he's no item. Please don't like him.
He don't wife 'em, he one nights 'em!'
But I don't give a fuck if my friends don't like him
I don't give a f...

They say he's no item. Please don't like him.
He don't wife 'em, he one nights 'em!'
But I don't give a fuck if my friends don't like him
I don't give a fuck if my friends don't like him!

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Hello Lyrics - Iggy Azalea Ft Joe Moses

Look, we gettin' money
We spendin' money
There's june money and decemeber money
Theres summer money and winter money
Cold-co-co-co-cold.
Clothes on top of clothes
I'm flyer than a bird and I'm shittin' on you hoes
Whatchu know bitch I'm on.
And can't nobody turn me off
And if I was a dick I would be hard but you would make me soft, my god.
He's choosing like hello hello so pretty bitch hey yellow yellow
Blond but please don't think I'm dumb
I'm getting to this bread [?]
Where's there grey poupon
These dudes is on my jock
Everytime I come you would think I was trippin shit the way they throw them ones at me

I can make you go,
I can make you move,
I can make you do what the fuck I want you to do.
I walk in they like hello hello hello,
I walk in they like hello hello hello [x2]

Fuck you bitches,
You ugly bitches,
You stupid bitches,
You dummy bitches,
You dusty bitches
Don't touch me bitches whoa.
Whoa whoa whoa.
No no no no no
You're not on my level,
You're not even close.
These are ferragamo baby
What the fuck are those?
Since you sniff pussies and cry baby
Go and blow your nose.
Bitch I'm on.
And if I have to tell you one more time I'll blow
Like a bomb, or a horn, or a bitch behind a bungalow at prom.
What I'm on.
I swear these bitches not.
This pussy two times. twat, twat.
Pussy two more times is exactly what he got.
After I made it hot and he spent up all his gwap
I'm talking racks on top of racks.
And stacks on top of that.
He took me to the shops and I got bags on top of bags.
You just like orphan annie get a kitchen back them rags.
You're not lookin' too good and that's too bad so sad.

I can make you go,
I can make you move,
I can make you do what the fuck I want you to do.
I walk in they like hello hello hello,
I walk in they like hello hello hello

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My World Lyrics - Iggy Azalea

My world, rhyme vicious
White girl, team full of bad bitches
DRUGS Gang, I'm in the zone
Aussie ho, I put my Country on
G shit, I'm what you ain't
6'4 dip with candy paint
I get done, what you can't
White bitch down slugs, and gangstas faint
I shut it down, go and hate
I had enough of these hoes
No time to waste
Amazing grace, embrace the place
You basic bitch, get out my face
I'm on the phone closing deals
George tell em next, half a mill
On the phone closing deals
George tell em next, half a mill

Cotton candy, laced in gold
Stack that money, sushi roll
Bottles up, feeling throw'd
V.I.P it, overload
[x2]

My world, rhyme vicious
White girl, team full of bad bitches
[x4]

Ugh, hands in the air
This is for the bitches getting money up in here

My world, rhyme vicious
White girl, team full of bad bitches
[x2]

Ugh
Enough of that
Now I'm finna kill this shit
Chordz 3D with another hit
Call me the pound
I'ma kill this bitch

Pound for pound around town
I'm the illest bitch
You see me, be the realest bitch
You high off mines
You snorting shit

Higher than a motherfucker
Better never been on other rhyme
In the gutter got them saying she the other color
Me and your man, secret agents, we under covers
My team on the scene, stay clean on these other brothers
Talk shit get his nut fucking nutter butter
Iggy Pop, I'm gone bitch, burn rubber
Bottles over here, more till I die
Sparkle every bottle, see the glare in my eye
Turned over here, it's the 4th of July
White, Black, Asian, Latin Hoes, Middle Eastern
It's time to show, we run this shit, gotta let them know

Cotton candy, laced in gold
Stack that money, sushi roll
Bottles up, feeling throw'd
V.I.P it, overload
[x2]

My world, rhyme vicious
White girl, team full of bad bitches
[x4]

Ugh, hands in the air
This is for the bitches getting money up in here

My world, rhyme vicious
White girl, team full of bad bitches

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Pu$$y Lyrics - Iggy Azalea

[Verse 1]
Iggy Iggy pussy illy
Wetter than the Amazon
Taste this kitty
Silly Billy poppin' pilly's
Smoke it like a swisher
Lick this philly
Mold em ah! Soak em ah!
Hook em like crack, after shock
Molten ah! Lava drop
This should be outlawed, call me Pac
(Pu$y pu$y)
The illest on the planet
Better play ya cards right Mr. Gambit
If you wanna hang here, ain't no Hammock
Never, no better, law should ban it
Never, no better, law should ban it
I do it right, wit drugs understand it
I do it right, now please sir pan it
[Hook]
Left right back to the middle
Head on swivel neck till I quivel
Open ya mouth
Taste the rainbow taste my Skittles ah!
[x2]

Pu$y pu$y pu$y
[x4]

[Verse 2]
You know bitches envy me
Cause you won't get rid of me
When you cum, I run
This cat got you missin' me
Bad Boys get a mouth full of pussy aka Listerine
Here to make you lose your mind
Gonna need a Sherlock Holmes
To solve your mystery, I'm nasty
Baby what you thinking? Aka Titanic
So much wet will have yo ass sinking
Treat that tongue like a bullet
Give me head, Abe Lincoln
This is so out this world
But no you not dreamin'

[Hook]
Left right back to the middle
Head on swivel neck till I quivel
Open ya mouth
Taste the rainbow, taste my Skittles ah!
[x2]

Pu$y Pu$y Pu$y

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You Lyrics - Iggy Azalea Ft YG

Searchin' for a dude that can call me wifey
Ready for the ring, just maybe I might be
Never been a smut, I don't care who like me
I can count on one hand all the dudes that's piped me
Takin kinda long, time is movin on, been feelin kinda strong, love is on the phone
Ya sayin that I'm here, if only you could hear
My heart yellin' out, I wanted to compare
I know what I deserve, I demand the bestest
That's why all my past dudes names is ex's
Keep that thing in your pants I don't need your sex's
Better come correct when you step to a princess
Queen on the throne, listen to this song
If you out there, step into my zone
Show me how you rock, gimme what you got
Make me your one, let's hit the top

[Chorus: x2]
I need someone that's new, who knows what to do.
I need someone like you, someone like you, someone like you, someone like you

[YG:]
Hey how you doin babygirl it's nice to meet ya
Got me wanna freak ya, just by ya features
Hopin this conversation leads to a situation
And that situation leads to sensation
Left wranglers, I got em don't worry
I'm the type of dude these chicks talk about on Maury, yup
Cold story but I got alot of ex girls
So why I wanna put a alphabet above my next girl
Thug nigga, thug nigga, thug nigga
If I wasn't a rapper then I'd probably be a drug dealer
Yep and she loves me for that
Put on her favourite slow song and she fuck me to that

[Chorus: x2]
I need someone that's new, who knows what to do.
I need someone like you, someone like you, someone like you, someone like you

Better then the others
Tell them girls to get low
I dance for my baby in the room I dip low
Givin him my body, yeah I act so ex oh
On my neck where he best so papi don't let go
Are you out there? Bring it over here
If so where, hands in the air
Let's start a new life, take on the world
Grab my hand, make me your girl

[Chorus: x2]
I need someone that's new, who knows what to do.
I need someone like you, someone like you, someone like you, someone like you

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Backseat Lyrics - Iggy Azalea Ft Chevy Jones

Last night, we got married in a taxi
I swear I loved you, yes I love you like there's no tomorrow
And Iv got no time, for second thoughts now
We got tonight and then I have to go
(D.R.U.G.S.)

[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]
I know you want it
So why prolong it?
Perfect time right now
Gimme that look, I'm a hop up on it

Iggy in that zone
And we all alone
Wotchu "waiting on
Lot of woman back here, how bad you want it?

[Pre-Chorus:]
Back bone, back on, gonna back that to my back bone
Back strong, back back back my apple, not no iPhone
Backseat, that's our horny ecstasy, popping gon' already see
So there we be, we feel it, yea I'm telling he

[Chorus: Chevy Jones]
Give it to him down in the parking lot
That's true love, that's true love
Give it to him down in the parking lot
That's true him, that's true love
Give it to him down in the parking lot
That's true love, that's true love
Give it to him down in the parking lot
In the backseat, in the backseat of the car"

[Verse 2: Iggy Azalea]
Here we go, up and down to the beat
Never caring if they peep 'cause the windows fog
Gotta get it when I get it, get it right, get it good
Get it good while it's good, it's the shit for all

I don't really do this with all
But the way you touch me, my dress come off
Drop get you rocking then the top come off
And my top come off then we bring it hard

[Pre-Chorus:]
Back bone, back on, gonna back that to my back bone
Back strong, back back back my apple, not no iPhone
Backseat, that's our horny ecstasy, popping gon' already see
So there we be, we feel it, yea I'm telling he

[Chorus: Chevy Jones]
Give it to him down in the parking lot
That's true love, that's true love
Give it to him down in the parking lot
That's true him, that's true love
Give it to him down in the parking lot
That's true love, that's true love
Give it to him down in the parking lot
In the backseat, in the backseat of the car

[Bridge x4: Iggy Azalea (Chevy Jones)]
Back gone
Can't wait to get that home
I want that (backseat love)
I want that (backseat love)

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Treasure Island Lyrics - Iggy Azalea

Cutest hoes in my southern flow
Looks so good and I'm flying here
Soaring high like a eagle hoe
Baddest bitch in my hemisphere
Drugs the camp and I'll let you know
Saved every song so you can hear
I'm the leader of my circle I'm the head of my peers,
I'm the leader of the ladies let's get this clear
That's how we rock
10 million sold when I drop
10 million flows, think she hot
10 million hoes in my drop
10 million pounds watch my clock
10 million years at the top
My time will start today nicki paved the way
Came to far to leave now I can't stop uh

[Chorus]
Get your styrofoam cups raise em high
Let em know it's team iggy bitch till you die
Gets your tats, get your shirts let the world see who running this let em know you belong to me
La la lock ups make em lean I got vacants on my chain you you can't mess with my team I got vacants on my chain
I I I I live the dream I got vacants on my chain
[x2]
Wa wa wa walk with the queen I got vacants on my chain
La la lock ups make em lean I got vacants on my chain you you can't mess with my team I got vacants on my chain

Drop top that mercedes man
Peez weed gets crazy
Drop thousands on my baby
I been living as of lately
At the palms I drop 180
And my ghost a do 180
Heres 180 heres 180
They shut em down computer baby
Cause I'm tryna get paid
Hey neil I swear they can't fade
Hey george we got it all made
Hey shouts to all my gays
Hey shout to all my bitches and all my fans that's just misunderstood
I work for y'all they can't hate us yo it's all good

Gets your tats, get your shirts let the world see who running this let em know you belong to me

La la lock ups make em lean I got vacants on my chain you you can't mess with my dream I got vacants on my chain
I I I I live the dream I got vacants on my chain wa wa wa walk with the queen I got vacants on my chain
La la lock ups make em lean I got vacants on my chain you you can't mess with my dream I got vacants on my chain

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Drop That Shit Lyrics - Iggy Azalea Ft Problem

[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]
Drop it drop it drop it
My bitches yeah they drop it I see you on that pole work that shit I pay for college
Supportin you I rain on you now drop it like it's hottest
Benji benji benjamin my that's the only topic
Rock make it rock uhh girl bounce that ass pop it girl don't stop

it
It's drugs we got cash I wanna see that ass go speed it up now go slow ass low ass low money pile overflow
Dayuumm baby got the fattest ass I ain't gay so problem is I'll have to pass make it clap so after I can take a bow
Hurricane and your stormin up the place now

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Iggy Azalea]
Drop it drop it drop it
Bitch I want it bitch I want it
He for ones they don't want it I got racks of hunnits hunnits uhh
Boolah got the weed treaty got the crees pezzy gotta thousand fifties and bugatti keys
Do it with ease we drop it like autumn leaves we drop it and then we leave
Broke bitch please give me a stack of these cash money like Lil' Weeze Joey got them flockin'
They swinging all on my kneessszzus right in your mouth ho keep talking I got something for your mouth ho
Where's your man I'll show him where his mouth go drop that bitches listen to how the hook go

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Problem]
Damn damn damn Iggy Iggy do you see that ho? that shit that shit that shit can't do that on Problem's stripper pole
They'll try and climb it if the giant little Snicker bar diamonds twinkle twinkle big dipper
To all you little stars it's me problem problem got some fun got some change threw some one's golfer swung clubs and hoes think I'm a put a hole in one for real diamond [?] and brought drugs with me pills and that white girl and I don't mean iggy
I'm on a war path so the thang with me so you beter run son and I don't mean diggy
Iggy I know you just got to this light but that bitch right there so bad you should be bi for one night (at least)

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Million Dollar Misfits Lyrics - Iggy Azalea Ft T.I. & B.o.B

Yeah we finally on, tell the world we on
Yeah we finally on, tell the world we on
Tell the world we on, tell the world we on
That’s that’s that I live for [x3]
Who we sent get real
Tell the world we on

[Iggy Azalea]
Life like blissing, eh TIP done made an investment
It’s hustle game till I’m resting
Plus rounding round and I’m flexin
Hundred racks for a show, run it
Broke, I blow hundreds
See you talking ’bout not money
What you talking ’bout? Nothing Nothing
GDOD, get doe or die we do
Powder blue Guiseppes and [?] and Maserati coupes
To all my bitches that’s pretty and got a body too
Tell ‘em throw that dough in the air
And go catch

[Chorus: T.I.]
I said we kitsch bitch million dollar misfits
Million dollar misfits, million dollar misfits
We kitsch bitch, million dollar misfits
Million dollar misfits, million dollar misfits
Finally on (That’s just’s what I live for)
The world we on
Yeah we finally on (That’s just’s that I live for)
(That’s that’s that I live for )
The world we on (That’s just’s that I live for
Who we sent get real)

[B.o.B]
I said, I said, I said I hop in the coupe
Then I throw up the deuce
I take my city every where I go
In that A hat salute
You see is hustle gang bang bang bang
We too hard to can bang
Ain’t no candidates ridin’ over beat, that murder business campaign
See I roll up the ciggy, burning donuts with Iggy
Anywhere we land on the globe, we the hottest in in yo city
Your woman know when we coming she gon’ pop up any minute
She poppin nails, poppin pillies
Might cop a Porsche, pop a wheelie

[Hook:]

[Iggy Azalea]
Okay shining all I know, and balling all I do
Get the millions when the spring and summer fall I do
Falling through, you saw my crew
We red carpet ready, you say you are as who
Dead fresh like we woke up on the runway
Damn, body bangin like gun play
Red bottoms no high tops no sick rocks
No Hyundai I’m dumb paid
Couldn’t get 3 stacks outta Andre
They ask me what I want, I ask ‘em what you got
Everything private plane multi million dollar yacht
Got that on my hand, mansion
On my way to Cabo, riding suicidal
Get money by the [?]

[Hook:]

Tell the world we on

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Murda Bizness Lyrics - Iggy Azalea Ft T.I.

[Chorus:]
Hit the club
With bad bitches
Stackin' hundreds
Bunch of 50's
Super Clean
Fo sho' get em
Hit the scene, kill shit
We in the murda Bizness
I kill pride
I hurt feelins
Click clack bang bang
We in the Murda Bizness

My outfit
It merk Bitches
Click clack bang bang
We in the Murda Bizness

[Verse 1:]
Iggy. Do it biggie.
Tell 'em keep sending bottles, I'm a pop 50
These other bitches think they hot?
Not really
She a broke ho, that's how you know she not with me
Keep my heels on high, ride or die
7 60 airline, ride and fly
I'm the God's honest truth
They decide the lie
They just divide they legs, I divide the pie

[Hook:]
Na-na-na-na-now nobody diggin y'all ho's
When Iggy in the spot they be Iggin y'all hoes
I'm cold
Get in that thang
Kill bitches dead, click clack bang bang
It's a Murda Bizness

[Chorus:]
Hit the club
With bad bitches
Stackin' hundreds
Bunch of 50's
Super Clean
Fo sho' get em
Hit the scene, kill shit
We in the murda Bizness

I kill pride
I hurt feelins
Click clack bang bang
We in the Murda Bizness

My outfit
It merk Bitches
Click clack bang bang we in the Murda Bizness

[Verse 2:]
Peezy. We got 'em queasy
Give these ho's a hard time, make it look easy
I'm the first of my kind, ye ain't seen any?
We gon' eat this bread cause we made plenty
Stacks piled high, let the hundreds fly
Ye ain't gotta do shit but stay broke and die
While I keep makin' hits with these coca lines
Shit I'm IMAX big, you poster size

[Hook:]
And-nan-na-na-na
They ain't feelin' y'all hoes
If you was on fire, I wouldn't piss on y'all hoes
I'm cold
Get in that thang
Kill bitches dead click clack bang bang
It's a Murda Bizness

[Chorus:]
Hit the club
With bad bitches
Stackin' hundreds
Bunch of 50's
Super Clean
Fo sho' get em
Hit the scene, kill shit
We in the murda Bizness

I kill pride
I hurt feelins
Click clack bang bang
We in the Murda Bizness

My outfit
It merk Bitches
Click clack bang bang we in the Murda Bizness

[T.I.:]
Outfit, perfect
Hit the scene, hurt shit
In the 9/11, 9187 merk shit
Holocaust, genocide
Kill "A" ego, any pride
Creamating the hating, it's a murda in the making
I'm taking out shine on top
Buy all bottles from the bar, let's pop champagne
Let them niggas die of thurst, man we about hurt
When the light hit the chain all you see is fire works
Un-mute niggas turned up all the way
Shoot nigga with the swag dock holiday
I'm steady blowin' loud, broke niggas ain't allowed
Click clack bang bang, pow pow
It's a Murda Bizness

[Chorus:]
Hit the club
With bad bitches
Stackin' hundreds
Bunch of 50's
Super clean
Fo sho' get em
Hit the scene, kill shit
We in the murda Bizness

I kill pride
I hurt feelins
Click clack bang bang
We in the Murda Bizness

My outfit
It merk Bitches
Click clack bang bang we in the Murda Bizness

[Outro:]
Aye! we in that thang

Everybody dress to kill, bang bang

Yea, we in that thang

Everybody dress to kill, bang bang

It's a Murda Bizness
We in that Murda Bizness

It's the Murda Bizness
We on that Murda Bizness

It's a Murda Bizness
We in that Murda Bizness

It's the Murda Bizness
We on that Murda Bizness

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Runway Lyrics - Iggy Azalea Ft Pusha T

[Chorus]
Put everything in a suitcase one day,
And run away to the runway
To find somewhere to lay my heart (lay my heart)
If you see me rollin' that's where I'm going
To find somewhere to lay my heart
Home's wherever I lay my heart

[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]
You ever start to feel that home wasn't your home
Kinda like somebody made you wear the wrong clothes
What you say ain't gotta be what you made of
Well see your heart don't always match where you came from
Couldn't see you so they treat you like a misfit
Because your mind clicks in another district
Call you fake but they don't know what's inside you
Cause what's inside justifies what divides you
Searching for that place right where you wanna be
That's really real where it's never full capacity
Throw that and get away, never come back, don't go the wrong way

[Chorus]
Put everything in a suitcase one day,
And run away to the runway
To find somewhere to lay my heart
Home's wherever I lay my heart
If you see me rollin' that's where I'm going
To find somewhere to lay my heart
Home's wherever I lay my heart

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
They say home's where you hang your hat
So beware of the owner cause he bang his gap
International kush and I clean my set
All over the globe V.A. I rep
And it still ain't enough for the haters
Put on for my city, light it up like it's Vegas
How you frontin' on, Ali, I'm the greatest
Float like a butterfly, the porsche ride amazing
I feel like Speedracer
Margielas in the Louis Duffle
MCM hold the Fendi buckle
Paw, that's what I call an interracial couple
Along with poppin' sounds, that's a power struggle

[Chorus]
Put everything in a suitcase one day,
And run away to the runway
To find somewhere to lay my heart
Home's wherever I lay my heart
If you see me rollin' that's where I'm going
To find somewhere to lay my heart
Home's wherever I lay my heart

[Verse 3: Iggy Azalea]
Change my longitude, and my latitude
To get an attitude, that shit gratitude
But my mind's gone until I find home
Then I can get my shine on, no rhinestones
Then I can get my shine on, no rhinestones
See you later with my bags, I'm gone

[Chorus]
Put everything in a suitcase one day,
And run away to the runway
To find somewhere to lay my heart
Home's wherever I lay my heart
If you see me rollin' that's where I'm going
To find somewhere to lay my heart
Home's wherever I lay my heart

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Me, Myself, My Money Lyrics - Iggy Azalea

[Hook x2]
They'd buy my shit if they could
Damn I make it look good
I'm about to paper like wood
Oh you hating yeah, you should
Cause it's just me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money

These moreschi's killing my feet
Versace shades 'cause I'm feeling low key
Case of ace 'cause the homies with me
No ID, they know me
ITG that's how you sound
Chic Luzana I ain't camera
Might put diamonds on my McLaren
Like damn that white bitch crazy
My stunts insane, yeah fuck you payin'
They pay me more 'cause I get shit
you one hundred six four
Six oh oh don't send that dough
Wash MC's stay white like sheets
Crack rock flow bitch cook that dough
Put it in the streets say took that dough
I took that dough, threw it to the ceiling
It fell on the floor, Iggy you killin' I already know
Can't tell me nothing if you already broke. I'm already on
Aiming for the stars I'm already gone
Gotta have dinner with a man on the moon
Married to the shit and the money's my groom
I'm sweeping that shit, Ey grab that broom

[Hook]
They'd buy my shit if they could
Damn I make it look good
I'm about the paper like wood
Oh you hating yeah, you should
Cause it's just me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money

All wins no losses, life of a boss bitch
All I need is an office,
I'm killing shit off.
All I need is a coffin,
Ridin' circles while they wheeze and they coughing
Let the bullshit walk, let my money do the talking
Put up runner walk 'cause there's my target
Rodeo Drive yeah that's my target
Pull up, park it no keys shit
Push it start it, trim cocktails
His name is Marcus, haters salty
Nuts and cashews, I came with Ben and Andrew
We might just 'cause a scandal,
Find out that we menage our Nicky's handle
Yeah that's my M.O, I'm on fire
Just lit the candle, head in sky
Bitch I'm the shit, you should think so too
G shit, just gimme my money, M. O. Y. money over you!

[Hook]
They'd buy my shit if they could
Damn I make it look good
I'm bound to paper like wood
Oh you hating yeah, you should
Cause it's just me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money

It's just me, myself, my money
In the land of the milk and honey
I came with some playboy bunnies
And Hef just said he coming
This shit right here by dollars
To stunt on hoes is my honour
This bitch must be in hell
If the devil wears Prada
Keep it real they don't want nada
Getting cheese like enchiladas
You ain't talking 'bout that money
what the fuck you sayin'
I'm cashing out what the fuck you
playing, playing, playing
You ain't talking 'bout that money
what the fuck you sayin'

[Hook x2]
They'd buy my shit if they could
Damn I make it look good
I'm about the paper like wood
Oh you hating yeah, you should
Cause it's just me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money

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Flash Lyrics - Iggy Azalea Ft Mike Posner

It's three in the morning
I'm up and I'm horny
I want you, I want it, I need you upon me
Are you hungry?
Let me know cause I can cook if you coming
Tell me exactly how you want me to look when you're coming
I could be dressed like a schoolgirl, read a book when you're coming
It's ready for you, you could come get the pussy, you want it?
Fresh out the shower, in a towel, ready too,
I-O-U like a vowel for hours
We both getting money, I'm just tryna feel the power
Winter, spring, summer till we fall like autumn.
Lick me all over like they dipped me in chocolate
Give me LoveRance loving like Mayweather boxing
Beat it up, that's right like I stole something,
Beat it up, now I know that made you hungry,
Eat it up, I can't wait too much longer
Hurry up, hurry up

[Hook: Mike Posner]
I pray I don't crash
Cause I'm speeding really fast
Yeah I'm racing to your love
And I'll be there in a flash, flash, a flash
I want it bad,
I gotta have your sexy ass, yeah yeah uh uh
Foot on the gas, hand on the dash
And I'll be there in a flash, flash, a flash

How long before you hit my exit on the freeway?
We gon' freak and let Pandora DJ
Say you not used to seeing pussy on the TV
Well that's probably cause it's usually on your face
Boy what's up? Damn you're so sexy with that passive aggression
I love when you sweating, that means that you're working around these curves
When you swerving it excites me
The way you just doing it, Nike
Almost like it's two in me, Siamese
My main thing, fuck me good like a side piece
Tell me that I'm beautiful then get it from the side please
And I'll be calling out your name like you need to be reminded

This pussy yours baby, this pussy yours baby
So add some to your food and ham more baby,
Cause you got me on lock like a closed door
Now hurry up cause you know what I'm waiting for

[Hook: Mike Posner]
I pray I don't crash
Cause I'm speeding really fast
Yeah I'm racing to your love
And I'll be there in the flash, flash, a flash
I want it bad, uh uh
I gotta have your sexy ass, Iggy uh
Foot on the gas, hand on the dash
And I'll be there in the flash, flash, a flash
And I'll be there in the flash
In the flash

[Outro: Mike Posner]
Uh yeah
Yeah, I can get you diamonds, pearls and shit
You make me wanna start fucking white girls again
You had me switch my whole shit up, real quick in the flash

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Glory Lyrics - Iggy Azalea

[Verse 1:]
I’m just tryin’ to build my army up
But these days they shootin’ at me with a tommy gun
Carry the weight ’cause I’m strong enough
But sometimes the hate, make me feel like I’m pulling a Tonka truck
What’s the fuss? I bought the murda bizness to all of them
They asking questions like I ain't talking about dressing
Are we talking about art, or are we talking about perception?
If it bangs play my record, if not, then shelf it
While others coming up shorter than elf limbs
I realize I may be the realest bitch they ever dealt with
And to be honest these rumours be all fables
See I don’t get dropped; I drop the label
Let’s keep it very clear, I’m doing just fine
I’m sitting on a million, your bank’s flatline
Death to the haters, face it one time
You got your own dick bitch
Why you ridin' mine?

[Hook]
Kick me down but I’m a champion
Heard them say that I'm not the one
Nevermind them, never-nevermind them
Nevermind them, never-nevermind them
Carry the weight like a champion
Go sell the dreams to the other ones
Nevermind them, never-nevermind them
Nevermind them, never-nevermind them

[Verse 2:]
I never learned to fail, all I know is win
The haters shoot me down, can’t help but crash land
I get up walking, they still talking it never ends
They build me up to break me down it builds me up again
On my Twin Tower shit, even when I’m gone
They gon’ pay to see where I’ve been
I ain’t do this shit alone but it ain't take many friends
Now I understand the song, many men many men
It’s only so long, fake bitches can’t pretend
I’m gone with the wind, they can’t even catch my drift
The hate keep you from hearing, well fuck it read my lips
There’s some things I never do: never lose, never quit
Never change who I am, never give a fuck who gives a shit
I’m drunk off life, of course I’m swerving in and shit
I’m in the zone throne empty I’ma take a sit
And like my girl Tiny all these haters on my Tip

[Hook x3]
Kick me down but I’m a champion
Heard them say they can knock you off
Nevermind them, never nevermind them
Nevermind them, never nevermind them
Carry the weight like a champion
Go sell the dreams to the other ones
Nevermind them, never nevermind them
Nevermind them, never nevermind them

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Yo El Ray Lyrics - Iggy Azalea

Four score
Lotta years ago
Fine aussie lady had a bad bitch

And she grew to be me
Fuck a dime, I’m a dollar
Katsuya lunch
Bitch dine at Kitana
Rattle, Dolce and Gabanna
Diapers killin' your expenses
Bottle’s Hermes, bitch
If I burp that spit expensive
Wrong, kill a bitch with the heels

D.O.A when I step for realz
Ill, rap a ho in hole
This ain’t whole, ot’s just a drill
I’m on the stars
I’m gone no more more waitin
I know shit ain’t fair
No chocolate bacon
Raping bars, I know
Throw that bitch in jail
Give a ho that L
Bout to roll that L. Thomas Westly
Iggy swelll
Pockets swell, overweight
Bank obese, plenty cake
I’m a grind till I erase
Decent work for decent pay
He might just beats, no, not Dre
I need that love like Christian Grey
TrapGold Queen, you hoes in a corner
Jet, jet, mansion, in that order, yes
Fuck it, Diplo, I need more
Don’t need no drank
Don’t need no smoke

Real white girl, I am the coke
I hang with white bitches
I roll with black bitches
I got them asians and them latins
In the trap bitches
Oh yeah, you rap bitches?
This shit a wrap bitches
My name be climbing up them poles
Make it clap bitches
Thought I was gone?
I’m here for ten mo'
It’s pronunced “Iggy”, bitch
And he is Diplo

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Down South Lyrics - Iggy Azalea

Looking up North, while you're touching down South (muah)
I say it where I want it so you taking it out [x2]
I'm going, going, going, going, going Down South
I'm going, going, going, going, going kiss that mouth [x2]
Kiss that muah muah muah [x4]

Went down the kiss...
This pink pussy got no lipstick...
More like lip gloss when it's sticky
Ain't no bitch bossin' like Iggy
I'm gettin' head with my shades on
He head over heels, he wake on
Got his face lookin' all painted on
When he done gettin' his taste on
But aint no returnin' this favor
When you get done put your name on this waver
Makin a statement bout how you ate this
Fittin'a put it and finna?
I'm givin' it to you no chaser
But this (meow) be wet on the rocks
Iggy do fades, and braids it really don't matter
This pussy gon' drip on them locks
That Hello Kitty; no pencil pouch
This pussy neat like it's stenciled out
I got his tongue shinin', call him Mr. Clean
It's like Listerine when he rinse it out
I got his girls callin' on missions now
When they say they mad 'cause they missin' out
But I'm very fine and his face is clogged
And he say he love it when he kissin' now

[Hook]

Jumpin' out the dam like a motherfuckin' laker hoe
Do me one favor, don't do me no favors
And I get 380 every time he 360s
Got my old dude calling, go my new dude with me
Startin' in the A then he lead me the Bay
Pit stop in Texas?
Ask him "baby, how it taste, I bet it taste good'
Pullin' out in slauson; I better taste hood
Got me like "yeah, I'm Gucci, Ferragamo, and Louis"
No department stores I'm in boutiques
If it ain't high class it don't suit me
Got that bubblicious; that chewy
Make your man act like a groupie
You like fruit then imagine I'm smoothie
Pussy Monster; give me that tunechi
Said he want a blow fish, I'm hoodie
Follow my legs to my booty
Self sufficient I do me
Broke hoes think I'm boujee
Moody... who me?
Why man? I'm rudie
So I drop the top on my two seat
While he roll his tongue on my tootsie

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Demons Lyrics - Iggy Azalea

[Verse 1:]
It go fly bitch, fly shit, and got these ho on my dick
And if I could have one wish its that I die rich
Yeah, a bitch tryna go to the grave with it
Know I keep that crack, gettin paid with it
Real talk, while you bitches just play with it
Long hair don't care, Bad bitch. Don't stare
You could leave don't care won't care, flow rare
So turned up don't wanna turn down
You see that ass from the front, no turn arounds
Like got damn, I mean oh, shit! cold bitch and my flow sick
So sick I might cough and hack and then toss some racks
Like count alla that
Nah, now I'm about my business. And I know these hoes ain't with it
Wanna talk about paper? I got it. Broke muthafuckas might not get it
Now murder murder kill, hundred dollar bills
Real bitch till I die, now tell me how it feel, huh?!

[Chorus:]
Demons, Cmon!
You gotta vision, you're on a mission…
Demons, Live on!
And where I die, hang me high!

[B Section:]
Real bitch till I die, Now tell me how it feel, huh?!

[Verse 2:]
Money up so its going down, I got enough dough to go round and round
I'm talkin round and round, but no merry-go
Hoes see me out and say "there she go"
You know point and look. You know stop and stare
Yeah I'm racked up, but not stopping there
You see me in the store then I'm copping that
Clutch full of that green, Rodman hair
You know first class champagne designer life is my campaign
I been ill and I can't change, so ill its a damn shame
But I spend it like its no damn thang what you made in a year is just chump change
Low paper, really no paper, huh?
Bitch gone do it, watch me run through it. You don't fuck with who? Bitch you sound stupid
Bitch gone do it, watch me run through it. And we ain't never stopping. act like ya know it!

[Chorus:]
Demons, Cmon!
You gotta vision, you're on a mission…
Demons, Live on!
And where I die, hang me high!

[B Section:]
Real bitch till I die, Now tell me how it feel, huh?!

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Slo Lyrics - Iggy Azalea

[Chorus:]
When I’m alone, I check the time
I hit you up, you’re on my mind
You love the light, the fast life
Fuck that though
I’d rather go slo

[Verse 1:]
Used to be happy, but now shit's unpredictable
I smiled at the show but there were tears in the limo though
You fucked her on my birthday and that’s what really hurt the most
You tell the truth… half way, guess thats why this unfixable
But still...

[Chorus:]
When I’m alone, I check the time
I hit you up, you’re on my mind
You love the light, the fast life
Fuck that though
I’d rather go slo, yeah
I’d rather go slo
I’d rather go slo
I’d rather go slo

[Verse 2:]
When I call sometimes I wish you pick up
But most days the call is declined
It’s okay, I don’t give a fuck
You outta sight, so you outta mind
I'm doing alright know I’ma be fine
I gotta few candidates standing in line
Broke up before but I wasn’t like this
Not many regrets I wish I could rewind
Damn. We both got our lives so it's no surprise
The Schedules conflict and we can’t coincide
My heart's cold, feels like I got no insides
We rushed it to the finish line, we should have took our time
You make me crazy with rash decisions and sudden movements
Can’t even enjoy a moment or pay attention to it
If I could try this shit again? Real shit I'd probably do it…
That's why it's hard to act like you someone I'm really through with

[x2]
When I’m alone, I check the time
I hit you up, you’re on my mind
You love the light, the fast life
Fuck that though
I’d rather go slo, yeah
I’d rather go slo
I’d rather go slo
I’d rather go slo

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Quicktime Lyrics - Iggy Azalea

[Verse 1:]
Everything that glitters…ain't gold. sept trappin
I'm talkin bout rappin, yo I'm talkin bout the action
An I'm callin up 1st, hit the yo, hits happen
Two beans in the bucket. Fuck it aye, let's take it to the stage
Flip that bird. Equal shows on shows
Equal stacks on racks. Yo I gotta gets paid
Get the rush like a dealer. Cook this flow ship it off no sleep
Every show sold out from the clubs to arenas
Flow dope so I might get sapena, yo

[B Section:]
Deal for the 8th, 21 for the key
Every flow be a quarter you promoters know me
Whip work, whip it hard, gold bricks. OZ
Yeah. I'm talkin bout my shows
Pay money in my hand, Quick Time

[Chorus:]
[repeat] QuickTime

[Verse 2:]
Ain't enough Time, in a day so I ship Every coke line
Take bong, and a brick that's one rhyme
Make stacks, make it flip facing life time
Make it flip like gabby Douglas
You know what that mean?
IGGY gotta bring home the gold
Usain wit my money betta come in a bolt...
White girl mean dope. I swear she go...
They say I'm dope…. Like a

[B Section:]
Deal for the 8th, 21 for the key
Every flow be a quarter, you promoters know me
Whip work, whip it hard, gold bricks. OZ
Yeah I'm talkin bout my shows
Pay money in my hand, Quick Time

[Chorus:]
[repeat] QuickTime

[B Section:]
Time time to get this cash, We blowin money fast
Mijo hit my boost, He just tryna get some ass
If it ain't bout money fuck it, these azaleans they love it
So I gotta drop trapgold, bet all the trunks they sub it

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Flexin Finessin Lyrics - Iggy Azalea Ft Juicy J

[Chorus:]
Flexin and Finessin
Flexin and Finessin
Ain't got no time for stressing
I'm just flexin and finessing

[Iggy Azalea:]
Okay now, Big dollars I been gettin.
This my world boy I been shittin
These bad bitches? I'm friends with em
They bow down and let my friends hit em
Like got damn. this Tight Gold shit!
You ridin' round in my old whip
Me? Trapgold 1st? Black hood
He gotta double cup, and pour that good
I got racks to play, you on my tip.
You just window shop and don't by shit!
I gotta pearl handle, don't try shit.
And to these haters please stay up off my dick
I got cartiers on my eye lids. And these princesses on my wrist
How the fuck could you say it ain't fly bitch!?
I'm so fresh to death I just died bitch!
Now clap clap for me. Go ahead girl bring it back back for me
Pull my cash out my let her lap dance for it
Fuck around and bust a band no black jack on it
Call me iggy Iigs I'm on trippy shit
I like whitneys hips. I like britneys tits
I want em both to strip I'm on pippin shit
And since I can't pick… We'll do a switchy switch, word

[Chorus]

[Juicy J:]
Let’s go!
I was counting cash with the money machine
She giving me head then coming outta her jeans
Smoke a pound today roll up a Juicy J double cup full of Promethazine..
Seen the Porsch I like bought the bitch twice
I can do that shit for the rest of my life
Seen the bitch I like hit the bitch twice
Stay flexing hard mother fuck a price
I get it flip it and shit it
Poppin molly dig it back to business
Ride the lamb doing twice the limit
Got your bitch screaming from start to finish
Bank bands all on my cash,stripper bitches gone shake they ass
Twenty years in the rap game, man I don’t have to make it last
That bullshit that you smoking never been in my cigar
What I'm smoking on you gotta keep in a jar
Own it to the shit and nigga pop and have a bar
With two white kids menage-a-trois
Rolling up, back to back
I need my medicine I got cataracts
One night with yo bitch then you can have her back
Me saving these hoes imagine that

[Chorus x2:]
Flexin’ & Finessin, Fle-Flexin’ & Finessin
Ain’t got no time for stressin
I’m just Flexin’ & Finessin
Flexin’ & Finessin, Flexin’ & Finessin
And Finessin, and Finessin, and Finessin
Flexin and Finessin, nessin-nessin-nessin
Look look look flexin and finessin nessin nessin

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