PART.1.A lyrics
by Iggy Azalea
[Part I: I N T R O <> <> <> <> <> <> M I X]
[Instrumental]
[Intro]
Apple Pie Gore and DJ Norus
Mixes are you
[Instrumental]
[Part II: is this thing on?]
[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Thirty thousand, hundred million
All my n*ggas go so crazy in this f*cking building
I said, thirty thousand, hundred million
All my n*ggas go so crazy in this f*cking building
Thirty thousand, hundred million
All my n*ggas go so crazy in this f*cking building
I said, thirty thousand, hundred million
All my n*ggas go so crazy in this f*cking building
[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
Word around town, I got b*tches on my di*k (Soulja)
Word around town, I got cameras taking pics (Hot boy)
Word around town mane, I'm hot than a b*tch (Scorching)
Word around town, I spent 3 million on my wrist (True story)
Word around town, I spent 12 million on my crib (Foxtail)
Word around town b*tch, that’s just how I live (Simpset)
Word around town b*tch, my di*k taste like ribs (Simpset)
Word around town b*tch, what happened to Arab
[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Thirty thousand, hundred million
All my n*ggas go so crazy in this f*cking building
I said, thirty thousand, hundred million
All my n*ggas go so crazy in this f*cking building
Thirty thousand, hundred million
All my n*ggas go so crazy in this f*cking building
I said, thirty thousand, hundred million
All my n*ggas go so crazy in this f*cking building
[Verse 2: Lil B]
S550, drive with my swagger (Swag)
Hoes on my di*k cause I rock like Mick Jagger (Swag)
Ten on my ho and I'm sharp like a dagger
Pineapple shorty and my b*tch look like an actress (Swag)
Young Based God, flex b*tches on my di*k (On my di*k)
Young Basеd God, tell police suck my di*k (Suck my di*k)
Playboy mansion, chilling with Hugh Hefnеr (Hugh Hefner)
West Berkeley n*gga, Waterfront on my sweatshirt, you feel me
[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Thirty thousand, hundred million
All my n*ggas go so crazy in this f*cking building
I said, thirty thousand, hundred million
All my n*ggas go so crazy in this f*cking building
Thirty thousand, hundred million
All my n*ggas go so crazy in this f*cking building
I said, thirty thousand, hundred million
All my n*ggas go so crazy in this f*cking building
Thirty thousand, hundred million
All my n*ggas go so crazy in this f*cking building
I said, thirty thousand, hundred million
All my n*ggas go so crazy in this f*cking building
Thirty thousand, hundred million
All my n*ggas go so crazy in this f*cking building
I said, thirty thousand, hundred million
All my n*ggas go so crazy in this f*cking building
[Verse 3: Arab SODMG]
A-rab, money, b*tch
S.O.D. money gang, I think yo ho have heard our name
'Rab, Soulja, B, uhh, makin dollars all day
Fine b*tches on a n*gga, hater n*ggas fade away
Diamond grill on me sh*t
S.O.D. run this year, Rex, S.O.D. in here (S.O.D, S.O.D, swag, swag)
Smoke that power pack, boy
Paper chasin, money makin, diss they catch a counter-attack (b*tch)
[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Thirty thousand, hundred million
All my n*ggas go so crazy in this f*cking building
I said, thirty thousand, hundred million
All my n*ggas go so crazy in this f*cking building
Thirty thousand, hundred million
All my n*ggas go so crazy in this f*cking building
I said, thirty thousand, hundred million
All my n*ggas go so crazy in this f*cking building
[Part III: love you]
[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]
First things first, I’m the realest (Realest)
Drop this and let the whole world feel it (Let 'em feel it)
And I'm still in the Murda Bizness
I can hold you down, like I'm giving lessons in physics (Right, right?)
You should want a bad b*tch like this (Huh?)
Drop it low and pick it up just like this (Yeah)
Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris
High heels, something worth a half a ticket on my wrist (On my wrist)
Taking all the liquor straight, never chase that (Never)
Rooftop like we bringing '88 back (What?)
Bring the hooks in, where the bass at?
Champagne spilling, you should taste that
[Chorus: Charli xcx]
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-oh-oh-oh
[Verse 2: Iggy Azalea]
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, each beat dear, departed
Swagger on stupid, I can’t shop in no department
And get my money on time, if it ain't 'bout money, decline
And swear I meant that there so much that I give that line a rewind
Said I get my money on time, if it ain't ’bout 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 that I-G-G-Y, put my name in bold
I been working, I'm up in here with some change to throw
[Chorus: Charli xcx]
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-oh-oh-oh
[Bridge: Charli xcx]
Trash the hotel
Let's get drunk on the minibar
Make the phone call
Feels so good getting what I want
Yeah, keep on turning it up
Chandelier swinging, we don't give a f*ck
Film star, yeah, I'm deluxe
Classic, expensive, you don't get to touch, ow!
[Verse 3: Iggy Azalea]
Still stunting, how you love that?
Got the whole world asking how I does that (Ooh)
Hot girl, hands off, don't touch that (Ooh)
Look at it, I bet you wishing you could clutch that
That's just the way you like it, huh?
It's so good, he just wishing he could bite it, huh? (Say what?)
Never turn down nothing
Slayin' these hoes, gold trigger on the gun like
[Chorus: Charli xcx]
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-oh-oh-oh
[Outro: Iggy Azalea & Charli xcx]
Who that, who that? I-G-G-Y
That do that, do that, I-G-G-Y
Who that, who that? I-G-G-Y
(Blow-oh-oh-oh)
Who that, who that? I-G-G-Y
That do that, do that, I-G-G-Y
Who that, who that? I-G-G-Y
(Blow-oh-oh-oh)