Hell You Sayin'

[Hook: T.I.]
All we really know a kid pimping, all we do is get fly
VVS shine like the sun outside
Somebody tryna tell you Hustle Gang ain't getting to the money
Tell that nigga "You a mothafucking 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]
Make rain today, it's a drought for you
Y'all ain't crusing my altitude
I'm a boss bitch, I let you spread the rumors
Yea you talking shit but not an ounce true
Million dollar misfit, my money piling
All over the lettuce like Thousand Island
My dough running like a broken faucet
I'ma mean mug you in the housing project
In the drive through, making bank deposits
Crazy money, insane asylum
Boss chicks, gotta [?]
And I blow the rest, [?] shoppin
Amsterdam, Germany and Holland
Changing yo [?], we see the dollars
It's Iggy, bitch, and this boss shit
Where the pounds at? No training topic

[Hook: T.I.]

[Verse 2: T.I.]
All I talk is money, ye ain't got it, ain't nothing
I'm on the grind, shining like an elevator button
Wanna talk? Nigga lissen, call me [?]
You got a bad bitch? I gotta have that buddy
Being broke? Nigga please, you can have that, buddy
This nigga say he doing numbers, where yo math at buddy?
I'm in a mothafucking socket, can't unplug it
Think I'm mothafucking lying, try and take something 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 mothafucking 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 hopping out of foreign cars
I'm a born star and I'm a porn star
I catch you slipping with triggers and really hit a nigga
By myself, I ain't gotta go get a nigga
Trap Biggie, on track verbally killing 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 something 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 flossing
Smoke the piece with little coffee
Fresh as hell, no coffing
I let her talk the shit
Leave the crib, can't walk for shit shit
Buck the dome, Milwaukee shit
Mind so big, getting lost and shit
Bossing, hit the club they hear caution
Drunk as hell feeling nauseous
High as hell, hitting commas
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.]