Murda Bizness lyrics

[Intro]
What? [?]

[Chorus: Iggy Azalea & T.I.]
Hit the club with bad b*tches (Yeah, uh-huh)
Stack of hundreds, bunch of fifties (And what? Okay)
Super clean, fa'sho get 'em (Uh-huh, get)
Hit the scene, kill sh*t, we in the murda bizness (Get, get, pow)
I kill pride, I hurt feelings (Uh-huh)
Click, clack, bang, bang, we in the murda bizness
My outfit? It murk b*tches (Outfit, oh)
Click, clack, bang, bang, we in the murda bizness

[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]
Iggy, do it Biggie, tell 'em keep sending bottles, I'mma pop fifty
These other b*tches think they hot? Not really
She a broke ho, that’s how you know she not with me
Keep my heels on high, ride or die
760Li, ridin' fly
I’m the God's honest truth, they decide to lie
They just divide they legs, I divide the pie
And nah, nah, nah, nobody digging y'all hoes
When Iggy in the spot, they be iggin' y'all hoes
I’m cold, get in that thang
Kill b*tches dead, click, clack, bang, bang, it's the murda bizness
[Chorus: Iggy Azalea & T.I.]
Hit the club with bad b*tches (Yeah, uh-huh)
Stack of hundreds, bunch of fifties (And what? Okay)
Super clean, fa'sho get 'em (Uh-huh, get)
Hit the scene, kill sh*t, we in the murda bizness (Get, get, pow)
I kill pride, I hurt feelings (Uh-huh)
Click, clack, bang, bang, we in the murda bizness
My outfit? It murk b*tches (Outfit, oh)
Click, clack, bang, bang, we in the murda bizness

[Verse 2: Iggy Azalea]
Peezy, we got them queazy, give these hoes a hard time, make it look easy
I’m the first of my kind, you ain't seen any
We gonna eat this bread 'cause we make plenty
Stacks piled high, let the hundreds fly
You ain’t gotta do a sh*t but stay broke and die
While I keep making hits with these coca lines
sh*t, I'm IMAX big, you poster size
And nah, nah, nah, they ain’t feeling y’all hoes
If you was on fire, wouldn't p*ss on y’all hoes
I’m cold, get in that thang
Kill b*tches dead, click, clack, bang, bang, it's the murda bizness

[Chorus: Iggy Azalea & T.I.]
Hit the club with bad b*tches (Yeah, uh-huh)
Stack of hundreds, bunch of fifties (And what? Okay)
Super clean, fa'sho get 'em (Uh-huh, get)
Hit the scene, kill sh*t, we in the murda bizness (Get, get, pow)
I kill pride, I hurt feelings (Uh-huh)
Click, clack, bang, bang, we in the murda bizness
My outfit? It murk b*tches (Outfit, oh)
Click, clack, bang, bang, we in the murda bizness
[Verse 3: T.I.]
Outfit perfect, hit the scene, it hurt sh*t
In the 9/11, I 187 murk sh*t
Holocaust, genocide, kill their ego and their pride
Cremating the hating, it’s a murda in the making
I’m taking all shine off top
Buying all bottles from the bar, let's pop
Champagne, if them n*ggas die of thirst, man we'll buy a hearse
When the light hit the chain, all you see is fireworks
I mute n*ggas turnt up all the way
Shoot n*gga with the swag, Doc Holliday
I’m steady blowing loud, broke n*ggas ain’t allowed
Click, clack, bang, bang, pow, pow, it’s the murda bizness

[Chorus: Iggy Azalea & T.I.]
Hit the club with bad b*tches (Yeah, uh-huh)
Stack of hundreds, bunch of fifties (And what? Okay)
Super clean, fa'sho get 'em (Uh-huh, get)
Hit the scene, kill sh*t, we in the murda bizness (Get, get, pow)
I kill pride, I hurt feelings (Uh-huh)
Click, clack, bang, bang, we in the murda bizness
My outfit? It murk b*tches (Outfit, oh)
Click, clack, bang, bang, we in the murda bizness

[Outro: Iggy Azalea]
Ayy, we in that thang, everybody 'bout to kill, bang, bang
Yeah, we in that thang, everybody 'bout to kill, bang, bang
It's a murda bizness, we in the murda bizness
It's a murda bizness, we on the murda bizness
It's a murda bizness, we in the murda bizness
It's a murda bizness, we on the murda bizness