Iggy Azalea

Charli XCX

First things first

I'm the realest

drop this and let

the whole world feel it

And I'm still in

the murda bizness

I could hold you down

like I'm givin'

lessons in physics, right

You should want

a bad b###h like this

drop it low and pick it up

just like this

Cup o' ace

cup o' goose, cup o' cris

high-heels, somethin' worth

a half-a-ticket on my wrist

Takin' all the liquor straight

never chase that

rooftop, like we bringin'

eighty-eight back

Bring the hooks in

where the bass at

champagne spillin'

you should taste that

I'm so fancy

you already know

I'm in the fast lane

from L.A. to Tokyo

I'm so fancy

can't you taste this gold

remember my name

'bout to blow...

I said, baby, I do this

I thought that you knew this

can't stand no haters

and honest, the truth is

that my flow retarded

they speak, dear departed

Swagger, on stupid

I can't shop at no department

I get my money on time

if they ain't got money, decline

And swear

I meant that there so much

that they give

that line a rewind

so, get my money on time

if they ain't got money, decline

I just can't worry

'bout no haters

gotta stay on my grind

now tell me

who that, who that

that do that, do that

Put that paper over all

I thought you

knew that, knew that

I be the I-G-G-Y

put my name in bold

I've been workin', I'm up in here

with some change to throw

I'm so fancy

you already know

I'm in the fast lane

from L.A. to Tokyo

I'm so fancy

can't you taste this gold

remember my name

'bout to blow...

Trash the hotel

let's get drunk

on the mini-bar

make the phone call

feels so good

gettin' what I want

Yeah, keep on turnin' it up

chandelier swingin'

we don't give a f##k

film star, yeah, I'm deluxe

classic, expensive

you don't get to touch, ow!

Still stuntin'

how you love that

got the whole world

askin' how I does that

Hot girl, hands off

don't touch that

look at it, I bet you wishin'

you could clutch that

it's just the way you like it, huh

You so good

he just wishin'

he could bite it, huh

never turn down nothin'

slayin' these hoes

gold trigger on the gun, like

I'm so fancy

you already know

I'm in the fast lane

from L.A. to Tokyo

I'm so fancy

can't you taste this gold

remember my name

'bout to blow...

Who, who, who, who that

who that, I-G-G-Y

that do that, do that, I-I-G-G-Y

who that, who that, I-I-I-G-G-Y

bl-bl-blow...oh-oh-oh

Who, who, who, who that

who that, I-G-G-Y

that do that, do that, I-I-G-G-Y

who that, who that, I-I-I-G-G-Y

bl-bl-bl-blow...