Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Iggy Azalea
Vocals
MØ
Vocals
Charli xcx
Additional Vocals
Antonia Karamani
Background Vocals
Kurtis Mckenzie
Programming
Jon Shave
Keyboards
Jason Pebworth
Keyboards
George Astasio
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Iggy Azalea
Composer
Charli xcx
Composer
Kurtis Mckenzie
Composer
Jon Turner
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Invisible Men
Co-Producer
The Arcade
Co-Producer
Daniel Zaidenstadt
Recording Engineer
Paul Falcone
Recording Engineer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Mixing Engineer
Kyle Ross
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Miles Showell
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
I'ma make you beg, I'ma make you beg for it
I'ma make you beg, I'ma make you beg
Pulled up looking picture-perfect, baby
High price (ooh), but I'm worth it, baby
Can't play with ya, I've been busy workin', baby
Gettin' faded in the European swervin' ay
Look, describe Iggy, groundbreaking what the word is
Hit the stage, ass shakin' like I'm nervous (shake, shake)
When in New York I be parking right on Madison
This ain't no accident, I'm killin' 'em on purpose
I-G-G-Y, why did she just have to do it
Baby, ride with me, fly livin', ain't nothin' to it
And my waist slim, ass fat you gotta have it
Get my bake on, cake long, that's automatic
I know you like the way I turn it on
I'm out here with my friends
I'ma make you beg, I'ma make you beg for it
If you don't do this right, you're going home alone
I guess you'll have to beg
I'ma make you beg, I'ma make you beg for it
P-P-P-Pussy power, pay me by the hour (right)
I need me a Braveheart, can't deal with a coward
I tell him if he ain't ballin', he should hit the showers, yeah
If I pick you, you lucky, baby, this money ours (right)
All yellow gold on me, like I'm Trinidad (James)
Sittin' drop top wonderin' where the ceilng's at
I know my old thang wanna bring the feeling back
But I got a new thang, baby, I ain't feeling that now
Iggy, Iggy, Iggy, can't you see?
That everybody wanna put they hands on me?
See I be on this money while your man on me
And I need another hand with all these bands on me, wait
I know you like the way I turn it on
I'm out here with my friends
I'ma make you beg, I'ma make you beg for it
If you don't do this right, you're going home alone
I guess you'll have to beg
I'ma make you beg, I'ma make you beg for it
Get up out my face like who'd you think you are?
Talkin' all this trash like bla-di-bla-di-blah!
(Oh-ayy-oh) nuh-uh (oh-ayy-oh) nuh-uh (oh-ayy-oh)
Get up out my face like who'd you think you are?
Make me wanna laugh like ha-di-ha-di-ha!
(Oh-ayy-oh) nuh-uh (oh-ayy-oh) nuh-uh
I know you like the way I turn it on
I'm out here with my friends
I'ma make you beg, I'ma make you beg for it
If you don't do this right, you're going home alone
I guess you'll have to beg
I'ma make you beg, I'ma make you beg for it
Got you hooked boy, I'm like a drug
If you want my love better smoke it up
Make you beg for it, I'ma make you beg for it
You can look, boy, but don't you touch
If you want my love, make me give a fuck
(Make you beg for it, I'ma make you beg for it)
Writer(s): Jonathan Christopher Shave, Amethyst Amelia Kelly, George Astasio, Jason Andrew Pebworth, Kurtis Isaac Mckenzie, Jon Turner, Charlotte Emma Aitchison
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