Lyrics Iggy Azalea

Iggy Azalea

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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

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

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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

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

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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