[Verse 1]

Paid for this body and none of it's 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 nothing on lease

Look, I'm showing my cards how I play with a King

Heard they was sleeping, I'm breaking the dream

Closing the deal while you making 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 ain't got no chill

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



[Chorus]

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



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



[Post-Chorus: Iggy Azalea Distorted]

I'm showing my cards how I play with a King

Heard they was sleeping, I'm breaking the dream

Closing the deal while you making a meal

Superstar status i stay in the Hills

Five hundred thousands to play in some heels

Festival season I'm out in Brazil

Festival season I'm out in Brazil



[Verse 2]

I'm a fantasy, you a tragedy

And I'm rich, that's some shit that you will never be

This a movie I'm something they wanna see

Had a baby bounced back like I'm twenty three

I had millions and millions at twenty three

Think it's funny that someone could fuck with me

Talking down the whole time they look up to me

Y'all my children, I skipped out 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

I'm the front page take a shot, wait. it's a pump fake

Checkers or chess, don't play with the best

Or bitch you end up a mess



[Chorus]

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



[Post-Chorus: Iggy Azalea Distorted]

I'm showing my cards how I play with a King

Heard they was sleeping, I'm breaking the dream

Closing the deal while you making a meal

Superstar sliders I stay in the Hills

Five hundred thousands to play in some heels

Festival season I'm out in Brazil

Festival season I'm out in Brazil



[Outro: Iggy Azalea, Distorted]

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