Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Iggy Azalea
Iggy Azalea
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amethyst Kelly
Amethyst Kelly
Songwriter
Bobby D. Session Jr.
Bobby D. Session Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
AJ Ruined My Record
AJ Ruined My Record
Producer
Jay Scalez
Jay Scalez
Producer
Shelton Scales Jr
Shelton Scales Jr
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Scalez, that's a Scalez track
Ay, tell 'em run it back
AJ ruin everything, he in here
[Verse 2]
Paid for this body and none of it cheap
I heard your song now I'm going to sleep
Boys in my yard, but this ain't from Kelis
Look at my cars you see nothin' a lease
Look, I'm showin' my cards how I play with a king
Heard they was sleep and I'm breakin' the dream
Closin' a deal while you makin' a meme
Superstar status, I stay in the hills
Light $100,000 to play in some heels
Festival season, I'm out in Brazil
See that I'm hot and I aint go no chill
Uh, yeah
Mercedes the benz and I park on the curb
Your man wanna pitch, but I'm tossin' a curve
The way that I live, you might call it absurd
[Verse 3]
I got it
All I got is these racks in my pocket
Stick my tongue out, I'm feeling erotic
Hear my accent, he think I'm exotic
And still, I got it
Hands all over my body
Hands all up in his wallet
Baddest bitch up in the party
For real, I got it
All I got is these racks in my pocket
Stick my tongue out, I'm feeling erotic
Hear my accent, he think I'm exotic
And still, I got it
Hands all over my body
Hands all up in his wallet
Baddest bitch up in the party
[Verse 4]
Look, I'm showin' my cards, how I play with a king
Heard they was sleep and I'm breakin' the dream
Closin' a deal while you makin' a meme
Superstar status, I stay in the hills
Light $100,000 to play in some heels
Festival season, I'm out in Brazil
Festival season, I'm out in Brazil
[Verse 5]
I'm a fantasy, you a tragedy
And I'm rich, that's some shit you will never be
This a movie, I'm something they wanna see
Had a baby bounced back like I'm 23
I had millions and millions at 23
Think it's funny that someone can fuck with me
Talking down the whole time they look up to me
Y'all my children I skipped out on custody
Take my time ain't no rushing me
Haters in love with me
Faces is ugly, bitches is mad
I worked at a store, I still get to the bag
A cover star magazine, look at my ass, ooh
I'm the front page
Take your shot, wait, it's a pump fake
Checkers or chess? Don't play with the best
Or, bitch, you end up a mess, uh
[Verse 6]
I got it
All I got is these racks in my pocket
Stick my tongue out, I'm feeling erotic
Hear my accent, he think I'm exotic
And still, I got it
Hands all over my body
Hands all up in his wallet
Baddest bitch up in the party
For real, I got it
All I got is these racks in my pocket
Stick my tongue out, I'm feeling erotic
Hear my accent, he think I'm exotic
And still, I got it
Hands all over my body
Hands all up in his wallet
Baddest bitch up in the party
[Verse 7]
Look, I'm showin' my cards, how I play with a king
Heard they was sleep and I'm breakin' the dream
Closin' a deal while you makin' a meme
Superstar status, I stay in the hills
Light $100,000 to play in some heels
Festival season, I'm out in Brazil
Festival season, I'm out in Brazil
[Verse 8]
I got it
I got it
I got it
Festival season, I'm out in Brazil
Brazil
Out in Brazil
I got it
Festival season, I'm out in Brazil
Written by: Amethyst Amelia Kelly, Bobby Sessions
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