Millionaire Misfits - Iggy Azalea, B.o.B

Yeah we finally on, tell the world we on

Yeah we finally on, tell the world we on

Tell the world we on, tell the world we on

That’s that’s that I live for

Who we sent get real

Tell the world we on

Life like blissing, eh TIP done made an investment

It’s hustle game till I’m resting

Plus rounding round and I’m flexin

Hundred racks for a show, run it

Broke, I blow hundreds

See you talking 'bout not money

What you talking 'bout?

Nothing Nothing

GDOD, get doe or die we do

Powder blue Guiseppes and and Maserati coupes

To all my bitches that’s pretty and got a body too

Tell ‘em throw that dough in the air

And go catch

I said we kitsch bitch million dollar misfits

Million dollar misfits, million dollar misfits

We kitsch bitch, million dollar misfits

Million dollar misfits, million dollar misfits

Finally on (That's just’s what I live for)

The world we on

Yeah we finally on (That's just’s that I live for)

(That's that’s that I live for)

The world we on (That's just’s that I live for

Who we sent get real)

I said, I said, I said I hop in the coupe

Then I throw up the deuce

I take my city every where I go

In that A hat salute

You see is hustle gang bang bang bang

We too hard to can bang

Ain’t no candidates ridin' over beat, that murder business campaign

See I roll up the ciggy, burning donuts with Iggy

Anywhere we land on the globe, we the hottest in in yo city

Your woman know when we coming she gon' pop up any minute

She poppin nails, poppin pillies

Might cop a Porsche, pop a wheelie

Okay shining all I know, and balling all I do

Get the millions when the spring and summer fall I do

Falling through, you saw my crew

We red carpet ready, you say you are as who

Dead fresh like we woke up on the runway

Damn, body bangin like gun play

Red bottoms no high tops no sick rocks

No Hyundai I’m dumb paid

Couldn’t get 3 stacks outta Andre

They ask me what I want, I ask ‘em what you got

Everything private plane multi million dollar yacht

Got that on my hand, mansion

On my way to Cabo, riding suicidal

Get money by the

Tell the world we on