Iggy Azalea - f** It Up lyrics

[Intro:] f** it up sis Just f**in' it up (f** it up sis) Pull up in some new sh** (f** it up sis) Just f**in' it up, ay f** it up f** it up sis, f** it up sis f** it up sis, f** it up sis f** it up sis, f** it up [Verse 1:] Ay, I be f**in' it up I slap his hand 'cause I feel him tryna touch on my bu*t If it ain't about the cash, it ain't much to discuss 'Cause getting money feel way better than bustin' a nut Your man hella lame always tryna run game Stayin' shooting the shot like we at a gun range Standin' on the couch let you know I run things For a lil' pimp chain she gon' do sumn' strange [Pre-Chorus:] Now we popping bottles, getting lit (getting lit) And the DJ playing my sh** (my sh**) I throw that a** in his face, you gon' touch it or what? Throw that a** in his face, you gon' touch it or what? [Chorus:] f** it up sis Just f**in' it up (f** it up sis) Pull up in some new sh** (f** it up sis) Just f**in' it up, ay f**in' it up I'll be standing on the couch just f**in' it up Ay, f**in' it up (f** it up) (ohhhh) I'll be in my own space just f**in' it up, ay Just f**in' it up (f** it up sis) Throw that a** in his face, you gon' touch it or what? f** it up sis, f** it up sis f** it up sis, f** it up sis Just f**in' it up (f** it up sis) Pull up in some new sh** (f** it up sis) Just f**in' it up, ay