Iggy Azalea - Demons lyrics

It go fly b**h, fly sh**, and got these ho on my dick And if I could have one wish its that I die rich Yeah, a b**h tryna go to the grave with it Know I keep that crack, gettin paid with it Real talk, while you b**hes just play with it Long hair don't care, Bad b**h. dont stare You could leave don't care won't care, flow rare So turned up don't wanna turn down You see that a** from the front, no turn arounds damn, I mean oh, sh**! cold b**h and my flow sick So sick I might cough and hack and then toss some racks Nah, now im about my business. And I know these hoes ain't with it Wanna talk about paper? I got it. Broke muthaf**as might not get it Now murder murder k**, hundred dollar bills Real b**h till I die, now tell me how it feel, huh?! You gotta vision, you're on a mission And where I die, hang me high! Real b**h till I die, Now tell me how it feel, huh?! Money up so its going down, I got enough dough to go round and round Im 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 im racked up, but not stopping there You see me in the store then im copping that Clutch full of that green, Rodman hair You know first cla** 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? b**h gone do it, watch me run through it. You don't f** with who? b**h you sound stupid b**h gone do it, watch me run through it. And we ain't never stopping. act like ya know it! You gotta vision, you're on a mission And where I die, hang me high! Real b**h till I die, Now tell me how it feel, huh?!