Iggy Azalea — 67’ Remix

Iggy, uh You know I'm illy, who you kidding? Go and tell your friends I'm the chief and y'all just the Indians Iggy is a big dog, chilling in the left lane But ain't got no leads You chickens, you ain't free range You bitches can't see me, I am high money Throw stones at your face, never bother with your body Cut straight to the chase, new age vigilante You ain't talking shit from me, show my tick, if you want it Baby, what you looking at, is a villain so hungry What you smelling on me is getting to the money Going green, flexing on 'em, feeling like Gumby plus Everybody on my dick, they wanna ride the pony On my own dime, don't need no one to sponsor me Smart bitches know, that you nevеr eat lunch that's free Gassed up off it, don't know the cost of it I alrеady got my flag on it, you late, I comped it Second place honest? That's something that I don't do So everytime you think you won it (?) that was upon you