Hell You Saying lyrics

[Chorus: 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 n*gga "You a mothaf*ckin' lie"
n*gga hell you sayin'? n*gga hell you sayin'?
f*ck you thought? f*ck you thought?
n*gga hell you sayin'? n*gga hell you sayin'?
f*ck you talm 'bout? f*ck you talm 'bout?
n*gga 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 b*tch, I let you spread the rumors
Yea you talkin' sh*t 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 b*tch, and this boss sh*t
Where the pounds at?
No trending topic
[Chorus: 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 n*gga "You a mothaf*ckin' lie"
n*gga hell you sayin'? n*gga hell you sayin'?
f*ck you thought? f*ck you thought?
n*gga hell you sayin'? n*gga hell you sayin'?
f*ck you talm 'bout? f*ck you talm 'bout?
n*gga hell you sayin'?

[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? n*gga lissen, call me [?]
You got a bad b*tch? I gotta have that buddy
Bein' broke? n*gga please, you can have that, buddy
This n*gga say he doin' numbers, where yo math at buddy?
I'm in a mothaf*ckin' socket, can't unplug it
Think I'm mothaf*ckin' lyin', try and take somethin' from me
b*tch 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 mothaf*ckin' n*ggas 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
[Chorus: 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 n*gga "You a mothaf*ckin' lie"
n*gga hell you sayin'? n*gga hell you sayin'?
f*ck you thought? f*ck you thought?
n*gga hell you sayin'? n*gga hell you sayin'?
f*ck you talm 'bout? f*ck you talm 'bout?
n*gga hell you sayin'?

[Verse 3: Young Dro]
We got them n*ggas 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 di*k marathon and she ran that
Lapped that, after that, when her care better
Killed her with the pole, then let her hang half mast
f*ck 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 n*gga
By myself, I ain't gotta go get a n*gga
Trap Biggie, on track verbally killin' n*ggas
Sick flow, might need Penicillin, n*gga
I do the impossible like I oughta do
And y'all pus*y n*ggas 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 di*k
Left that mothaf*cka'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 sh*t
Leave the crib, can't walk for sh*t sh*t
Buck the dome, Milwaukee sh*t
Mind so big, gettin' lost and sh*t
Bossin', hit the club they heed caution
Drunk as hell feelin' nauseous
High as hell, hittin' comets
I’m raunchy, your n*ggas 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

[Chorus: 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 n*gga "You a mothaf*ckin' lie"
n*gga hell you sayin'? n*gga hell you sayin'?
f*ck you thought? f*ck you thought?
n*gga hell you sayin'? n*gga hell you sayin'?
f*ck you talm 'bout? f*ck you talm 'bout?
n*gga hell you sayin'?