[Hook: T.I]
All we really know a kid pimpin', all we do is get fly
VVS shine like the sun outside
Somebody tryna tell you Hustle Gang ain't gettin' to the money
Tell that n***a "You a mothaf**in' lie"
n***a hell you sayin'? n***a hell you sayin'?
f** you thought? f** you thought?
n***a hell you sayin'? n***a hell you sayin'?
f** you talm 'bout? f** you talm 'bout?
n***a hell you sayin'?
[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]
I make rainy days, it's a drought for you
Y'all ain't crusin' my altitude
I'm a boss b**h, I let you spread the rumors
Yea you talkin' sh** but not an ounce true
Million dollar misfit, my money pilin'
All over the lettuce like Thousand Island
My dough runnin' like a broken faucet
I'm the landlord, you in the housing projects
In the drive-thru, makin' bank deposits
Crazy money, insane asylum
Boss Chase, got her taxes filed
And then I blow the rest while I'm at Saks shopping
Amsterdam, Germany and Holland
Changing your currency to dollars
It's Iggy b**h, and this boss sh**
Where the pounds at?
No trending topic
[Hook: T.I.]
[Verse 2: T.I.]
All I talk is money, ye ain't got it, ain't nothin'
I'm on the grind, shinin' like an elevator bu*ton
Wanna talk? n***a lissen, call me [?]
You got a bad b**h? I gotta have that buddy
Bein' broke? n***a please, you can have that, buddy
This n***a say he doin' numbers, where yo math at buddy?
I'm in a mothaf**in' socket, can't unplug it
Think I'm mothaf**in' lyin', try and take somethin' from me
b**h I'm plugged to the max, pay a dub for a pack
Take it back to the trap, make it jump right back
Break it down into O's, sell quarters of those
If I ain't got it on me, it's some more at the store
I know a thousand mothaf**in' n***as in the city
Say T.I.P. 'bout you, shawty anybody get it
So 'fore you get robbed, get trapped by 80
Just know Hustle Gang thug a hella lot
[Hook: T.I]
[Verse 3: Young Dro]
We got them n***as over there dead
Coupe Benz, no roof, I'm without head
New shoes, you ain't got this pair yet
Your broad late, kinda on cause I had that
She in the driveway, tryna fix her hair back
I had a dick marathon and she ran that
Lapped that, after that, when her care better
k**ed her with the pole, then let her hang half mast
f** them, I'm still hoppin' out of foreign cars
I'm a born star and I'm a p**n star
I catch you slippin' with triggers and really hit a n***a
By myself, I ain't gotta go get a n***a
Trap Biggie, on track verbally k**in' n***as
Sick flow, might need Penicillin, n***a
I do the impossible like I oughta do
And y'all p**y n***as smaller than a molecule
Out!
[Verse 4: Travi$ Scott]
I left my pa**port overseas
Where it get dark after 3
Never leave the house 'less I'm awfully flee
Always leave the show with somethin' soft to squeeze
Take a little dab of this, a little drag of this
Then she reached down my pants, grabbed my shaggy dick
Left that mothaf**a's home covered in my kids
She bossy, get this grip, straight flossin'
Smoke the piece with little coffee
Fresh as hell, no coffin'
I let her talk the sh**
Leave the crib, can't walk for sh** sh**
Buck the dome, Milwaukee sh**
Mind so big, gettin' lost and sh**
Bossin', hit the club they heed caution
Drunk as hell feelin' nauseous
High as hell, hittin' comets
I'm raunchy, your n***as rock Givenchy
I ain't gotta say it, I ain't gotta wear it
I ain't gotta pay it cause you know it don't cost me
[Hook: T.I.]