Hello lyrics

Look, we gettin' money

We spendin' money

There's june money and decemeber money

Theres summer money and winter money

Cold-co-co-co-cold.

Clothes on top of clothes

I'm flyer than a bird and I'm shittin' on you hoes

Whatchu know bitch I'm on.

And can't nobody turn me off

And if I was a dick I would be hard but you would make me soft, my god.

He's choosing like hello hello so pretty bitch hey yellow yellow

Blond but please don't think I'm dumb

I'm getting to this bread [?]

Where's there grey poupon

These dudes is on my jock

Everytime I come you would think I was trippin shit the way they throw them ones at me

I can make you go,

I can make you move,

I can make you do what the fuck I want you to do.

I walk in they like hello hello hello,

I walk in they like hello hello hello [x2]

Fuck you bitches,

You ugly bitches,

You stupid bitches,

You dummy bitches,

You dusty bitches

Don't touch me bitches whoa.

Whoa whoa whoa.

No no no no no

You're not on my level,

You're not even close.

These are ferragamo baby

What the fuck are those?

Since you sniff pussies and cry baby

Go and blow your nose.

Bitch I'm on.

And if I have to tell you one more time I'll blow

Like a bomb, or a horn, or a bitch behind a bungalow at prom.

What I'm on.

I swear these bitches not.

This pussy two times. twat, twat.

Pussy two more times is exactly what he got.

After I made it hot and he spent up all his gwap

I'm talking racks on top of racks.

And stacks on top of that.

He took me to the shops and I got bags on top of bags.

You just like orphan annie get a kitchen back them rags.

You're not lookin' too good and that's too bad so sad.

I can make you go,

I can make you move,

I can make you do what the fuck I want you to do.

I walk in they like hello hello hello,

I walk in they like hello hello hello [x2]

• Artist:Iggy Azalea
• Album:Ignorant Art (2011)