Best Friend lyrics

[Chorus]
A b*tch and her best friend go to the club
Party every weekend, get in for free
She know she a freak, yeah, she a freak, yeah
She know she a freak, yeah, a freak, yeah, yeah
She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah
She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah
She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah
She a freak, yeah, she a freak, yeah (Freak b*tches, what's up, ayy)

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
Popping, popping, popping tags, always with a shopping bag
She go to Clark Atlanta, but she always hopping class
All-star weekend, she be where the lobby at
Looking for that slapstick, all she need is hockey pads
She just be scrambling, looking like, "Goddamn, he clean"
Tossing that box like shipping and handling
She be going, yeah, she be doing anything
That tramp stay jumping off, she a trampoline
Straight, straight ba-boinging this b*tch
I’m ‘bout my head, flip a coin in this b*tch (Uh)
She brought her overnight bag and it's Fendi
She wanted Benihanas but she settled for some Denny’s

[Chorus]
A b*tch and her best friend go to the club
Party every weekend, get in for free
She know she a freak, yeah, she a freak, yeah
She know she a freak, yeah, a freak, yeah, yeah
She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah
She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah
She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah
She a freak, yeah, she a freak, yeah
[Verse 2: Iggy Azalea]
Red bottom ass heels on, head laid – that’s fly sh*t
Twerk something, I look stupid, don’t touch nuttin', that’s my sh*t
Oh, that’s cute, same outfit, different color, same swag
She jumping off when she leave the club, body spray in her Gucci bag
Pogoin' ass ho, you and your main b*tch front row
Ho’s lined up outside wanna shake that ass at my show
Let me tell you somethin' you don’t know, on my neck and wrist: trap gold
My ass fitted in Levis, swag so rodeo
It’s b*tches in the building and it’s b*tches on the couch
She tidy up her best friend, 'fore she leave the house
She got a best friend, that's a freak b*tch (A freak b*tch)
A freak b*tch, tickets to my concert on her wishlist

[Chorus]
A b*tch and her best friend go to the club
Party every weekend, get in for free
She know she a freak, yeah, she a freak, yeah
She know she a freak, yeah, a freak, yeah, yeah
She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah (Yeah)
She a freak, yeah, she a freak, yeah (Um, yeah)

[Verse 3: Mac Miller]
B.Y.O.B, bring your own b*tch
She don’t sleep, she smoke trees (Okay,) no boyfriend, got cold feet (Okay)
Low-key, she’s so sweet, just lonely, but so freaky
Acting wild like, "Ho, please", fly route, I go deep (Yep)
She don’t creep, I f*ck hoes, she cool with that, she love those
It’s funk, soul, her gusto is nuts, so she one of those
Tell her come close, gotta love Jones, what's under your clothes? I wanna know
Her ass huge, her back screwed-up with a bunch of bad tattoos
For me she make an exception but she usually f*ck black dudes (Yes!)
My cashews all in her mouth (Yep,) in the club more than her house (House)
Come through, she might hit the loud, go animal like in and out (Uh-huh)
Threesome, I need some, my hoe’s is European
Norwegian, Puerto Rican, even some vegan
[Chorus]
A b*tch and her best friend go to the club
Party every weekend, get in for free
She know she a freak, yeah, she a freak, yeah
She know she a freak, yeah, a freak, yeah, yeah
She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah
She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah
She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah
She a freak, yeah, she a freak, yeah
A b*tch and her best friend

[Skit: Iggy Azalea]
"This b*tch, came to the club, with an overnight bag. She was so ready. She came, to the club, with an overnight bag, with a separate set of clothes in it. Took her shoes off. This b*tch was back in the car with me and f*ckin' B.o.B, tryna talk to B.o.B's friend, with her overnight bag. Had done f*ckin' changed shoes. And I was like, 'wait a minute B.o.B, isn't that the same b*tch from earlier tonight? But she in a whole different outfit?' And this b*tch had a plastic bag READY. Ready for her f*cking vacation. Just f*ckin' crazy. YES! A 24-hour vacation. She was f*ckin' ready. For the 24-hour trip of a motherf*ckin' lifetime. And she knew what she was comin' for before the club opened. She packed! She probably had some wet wipes in there, like everything. THAT GIRL was crazy though, you know she was crazy. AND THEN was like, 'but I got a boyfriend' - b*tch, you don't have a boyfriend! f*ck outta here. That was the crazy sh*t. Remember that?"