Lady Patra

[Spoken] No pussyhole can come in our place In our arena, in our establishment And try talk the talk and walk the walk And act like them don't know where we from Like we don't have the biggest in hundred Iggy, what you say? What you say? Bullet! [Hook x2] Classic, Sinatra Bad, Phantom of the Opera Shuffle the deck, I be the queen in the pack Gotcha, Lady Patra [Verse 1: Iggy Azalea] Paper planes, roger that, 10-4 Got money, been had it, still gettin' more Oh y'all in the building, but on different floors Y'all couldn't see it how we see it on ya tippie-toes Iggy so killing, so pretty, still pretty Talkin' hits on hits, McGuire, Bonds, Griffey Mash it up, bring the queens of the dancehall with me Pearl handle on the pistol, tell this world to come and get me And I'm thummin' through designers to pick which'll fit me proper Paid dues, climbed through the ranks, but we ain't Shabba Need me a rude boy, something straight outta shottas That could drive a girl crazy, all the way off my rocker Versaces over eyelids, lookin' like Biggie Poppa Know they thought I wouldn't make it, I'm lookin' like what's the matta? But tell them money talks, and them man not saying nada This the new classic, signed sincerely, Lady Patra [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Mavado] She's special and phenomenal Body strong like a stallion She got me wild like an animal Chop it, chop it pon de floor Drop it drop it pon de floor Your patra whine dynamical Billion dollar shape, trillion dollar looks Tell them broke bitch, read it in the books Yuh ting tun up, you got Louis on your foot You know you got gully on the hook Mr. Brooks [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Mavado] Said she need a real man Oh yes she want a real one So she fuck with a Jamaican don (haha!) Your body lookin' like a billion dollar The baddest bitch you ever seen The one I want to be my baby mama I fuck her like my enemy [Hook x2]