Hell You Saying

[Hook: T.I] All we really know a kid pimpin', all we do is get fly VVS shine like the sun outside Somebody tryna tell you Hustle Gang ain't gettin' to the money Tell that nigga "You a mothafuckin' lie" Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'? Fuck you thought? Fuck you thought? Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'? Fuck you talm 'bout? Fuck you talm 'bout? Nigga hell you sayin'? [Verse 1: Iggy Azalea] I make rainy days, it's a drought for you Y'all ain't crusin' my altitude I'm a boss bitch, I let you spread the rumors Yea you talkin' shit but not an ounce true Million dollar misfit, my money pilin' All over the lettuce like Thousand Island My dough runnin' like a broken faucet I'm the landlord, you in the housing projects In the drive-thru, makin' bank deposits Crazy money, insane asylum Boss Chase, got her taxes filed And then I blow the rest while I’m at Saks shopping Amsterdam, Germany and Holland Changing your currency to dollars It's Iggy bitch, and this boss shit Where the pounds at? No trending topic [Hook: T.I.] [Verse 2: T.I.] All I talk is money, ye ain't got it, ain't nothin' I'm on the grind, shinin' like an elevator button Wanna talk? Nigga lissen, call me [?] You got a bad bitch? I gotta have that buddy Bein' broke? Nigga please, you can have that, buddy This nigga say he doin' numbers, where yo math at buddy? I'm in a mothafuckin' socket, can't unplug it Think I'm mothafuckin' lyin', try and take somethin' from me Bitch I'm plugged to the max, pay a dub for a pack Take it back to the trap, make it jump right back Break it down into O's, sell quarters of those If I ain't got it on me, it's some more at the store I know a thousand mothafuckin' niggas in the city Say T.I.P. 'bout you, shawty anybody get it So 'fore you get robbed, get trapped by 80 Just know Hustle Gang thug a hella lot [Hook: T.I] [Verse 3: Young Dro] We got them niggas over there dead Coupe Benz, no roof, I'm without head New shoes, you ain't got this pair yet Your broad late, kinda on cause I had that She in the driveway, tryna fix her hair back I had a dick marathon and she ran that Lapped that, after that, when her care better Killed her with the pole, then let her hang half mast Fuck them, I'm still hoppin' out of foreign cars I'm a born star and I'm a porn star I catch you slippin' with triggers and really hit a nigga By myself, I ain't gotta go get a nigga Trap Biggie, on track verbally killin' niggas Sick flow, might need Penicillin, nigga I do the impossible like I oughta do And y'all pussy niggas smaller than a molecule Out! [Verse 4: Travi$ Scott] I left my passport overseas Where it get dark after 3 Never leave the house 'less I'm awfully flee Always leave the show with somethin' soft to squeeze Take a little dab of this, a little drag of this Then she reached down my pants, grabbed my shaggy dick Left that mothafucka's home covered in my kids She bossy, get this grip, straight flossin' Smoke the piece with little coffee Fresh as hell, no coffin' I let her talk the shit Leave the crib, can't walk for shit shit Buck the dome, Milwaukee shit Mind so big, gettin' lost and shit Bossin', hit the club they heed caution Drunk as hell feelin' nauseous High as hell, hittin' comets I’m raunchy, your niggas rock Givenchy I ain't gotta say it, I ain't gotta wear it I ain't gotta pay it cause you know it don't cost me [Hook: T.I.]