Gizzle - Murda Bizness lyrics

[Hook] Hit the club, with bad b**hes Stack of hundreds, bunch of fifties Super clean, fa'sho get 'em Hit the scene, k** sh**, we in the murda bizness I k** pride, I hurt feelings, click clack bang bang we in the murda bizness My outfit? It murk b**hes, click clack bang bang we in the murda bizness [Verse 1: Iggy Azalea] Iggy, do it Biggie, tell 'em keep sending bottles, I'mma pop fifty These other b**hes think they hot? Not really She a broke ho, that's how you know she not with me Keep my heels on high, ride or die 760Li, ridin' fly I'm the God's honest truth, they decide to lie They just divide they legs, I divide the pie And nah, nah, nah, nobody digging ya'll hoes When Iggy in the spot, they be iggin' ya'll hoes I'm cold, get in that thang k** b**hes dead, click clack bang bang it's the murda bizness [Hook] Hit the club, with bad b**hes Stack of hundreds, bunch of fifties Super clean, fa'sho get 'em Hit the scene, k** sh**, we in the murda bizness I k** pride, I hurt feelings, click clack bang bang we in the murda bizness My outfit? It murk b**hes, click clack bang bang we in the murda bizness [Verse 2: Iggy Azalea] Peezy, we got them queazy, give these hoes a hard time, make it look easy I'm the first of my kind, you ain't seen any We gonna eat this bread cause we make plenty Stacks piled high, let the hundreds fly You ain't gotta do a sh** but stay broke and die While I keep making hits with these c**a lines sh**, I'm IMAX big, you poster size And nah, nah, nah, they ain't feeling y'all hoes If you was on fire, wouldn't piss on y'all hoes I'm cold, get in that thang k** b**hes dead, click clack bang bang it's the murda bizness [Hook] Hit the club, with bad b**hes Stack of hundreds, bunch of fifties Super clean, fa'sho get 'em Hit the scene, k** sh**, we in the murda bizness I k** pride, I hurt feelings, click clack bang bang we in the murda bizness My outfit? It murk b**hes, click clack bang bang we in the murda bizness [Verse 3: T.I.] Outfit perfect, hit the scene, hurt sh** In the 9/11, I 187 murk sh** Holocaust, genocide, k** their ego and their pride Cremating the hating, it's a murda in the making I'm taking all shine off top Buying all bottles from the bar, let's pop... Champagne, if them n***as die of thirst, man we'll buy a hearse When the light hit the chain all you see is fireworks I mute n***as turnt up all the way Shoot n***a with the swag, Doc Holliday I'm steady blowing loud, broke n***as ain't allowed Click clack bang bang pow pow, it's the murda bizness [Hook] Hit the club, with bad b**hes Stack of hundreds, bunch of fifties Super clean, fa'sho get 'em Hit the scene, k** sh**, we in the murda bizness I k** pride, I hurt feelings, click clack bang bang we in the murda bizness My outfit? It murk b**hes, click clack bang bang we in the murda bizness