Young Dro - Hell You Saying lyrics

[Hook: 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***a "You a mothaf**in' lie" n***a hell you sayin'? n***a hell you sayin'? f** you thought? f** you thought? n***a hell you sayin'? n***a hell you sayin'? f** you talm 'bout? f** you talm 'bout? n***a 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**h, I let you spread the rumors Yea you talkin' sh** 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**h, and this boss sh** Where the pounds at? No trending topic [Hook: T.I.] [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 bu*ton Wanna talk? n***a lissen, call me [?] You got a bad b**h? I gotta have that buddy Bein' broke? n***a please, you can have that, buddy This n***a say he doin' numbers, where yo math at buddy? I'm in a mothaf**in' socket, can't unplug it Think I'm mothaf**in' lyin', try and take somethin' from me b**h 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**in' n***as 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 [Hook: T.I] [Verse 3: Young Dro] We got them n***as 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 dick marathon and she ran that Lapped that, after that, when her care better k**ed her with the pole, then let her hang half mast f** them, I'm still hoppin' out of foreign cars I'm a born star and I'm a p**n star I catch you slippin' with triggers and really hit a n***a By myself, I ain't gotta go get a n***a Trap Biggie, on track verbally k**in' n***as Sick flow, might need Penicillin, n***a I do the impossible like I oughta do And y'all p**y n***as smaller than a molecule Out! [Verse 4: Travi$ Scott] I left my pa**port 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 dick Left that mothaf**a'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** Leave the crib, can't walk for sh** sh** Buck the dome, Milwaukee sh** Mind so big, gettin' lost and sh** Bossin', hit the club they heed caution Drunk as hell feelin' nauseous High as hell, hittin' comets I'm raunchy, your n***as 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 [Hook: T.I.]