Uno, dos, tres, cuatro

Uno, dos, tres, cuatro

Uno, dos, tres, cuatro

Uno, dos, tres, cuatro

Uno, dos, tres, cuatro

Uno, dos, tres, cuatro

Uno, dos, tres, cuatro

Uno, dos, tres, cuatro.

Iggy got the sauce, come and taste it in the kitchen

Look inside my heart, bet you can't find any feelings

Hit it all night, got no time for intermission

Fall in love, I'm a drug, you might need an intervention

Men inside my mentions shoot they shot but they keep missin'

Take me on vacation, fuck you think? you must be trippin'

All my haters got 'em shakin' in my presence like it's christmas

Put a mistletoe above my ass for you to kiss it.

Now, is that right?

Ho, is that right?

Heard they catchin' up to me, ho, is that right?

Heard that you had sex with me, oh, is that right?

You could never fuck with me on my bad night

Huh, is that right?

Ho, is that right?

You the one to knock me off, now is that right?

Heard that I stopped goin' hard, now is that right?

I'm a fuckin' superstar, get your facts right.

Bitches bettin' on lot of shit when pull up in bentley truck

Tired of paparazzi, but I'm fly, so I don't give a fuck

Drive a hundred, let my window down and throw some hunnids out

Pop up on a bitch, like "what's all that shit you talkin' 'bout?"

Colder than the winter but I'm shinin' like the sun

Got designer on my body, got designer for my son

I ain't worry 'bout the press

I can see you pressed, you a mess

Watch your mouth 'fore I'm at you bitches' neck, yeah...

Now, is that right?

Ho, is that right?

Heard they catchin' up to me, ho, is that right?

Heard that you had sex with me, oh, is that right?

You could never fuck with me on my bad night

Huh, is that right?

Ho, is that right?

You the one to knock me off, now is that right?

Heard that I stopped goin' hard, now is that right?

I'm a fuckin' superstar, get your facts right (bia, bia)

You think I'm trippin' off a bitch, then boy, you don't really don't know me

I just been kickin' bitches off this rap shit, I'm a bully

Bigger dog and big homie, ain't no flaw in my rollie

Heard it all, then seen it all and ain't not talkin', just show me

Ah shit, where the fuck was I when they all got all rich? (got all rich)

Feelin' like I wanna slap a bitch, you know my palm itch

Matchin' gifts with iggy so he make it to my call list (cash)

Nasty with my bitches, now he askin' for minajs (uh)

Freak girl, freak girl, yeah, that's me

I got all this money on me, but please, don't ask me (cash)

All this gas I'm smokin' got my vocals so raspy (cash)

I been hearin' bitches gossip but it go past me, yeah...

Now, is that right?

Ho, is that right? (bitch)

Heard they catchin' up to me, ho, is that right?

Heard that you had sex with me, oh, is that right?

You could never fuck with me on my bad night

Huh, is that right?

Ho, is that right?

You the one to knock me off, now is that right?

Heard that I stopped goin' hard, now is that right?

I'm a fuckin' superstar, get your facts right.