[Hook: Iggy Azalea]
Hit the club with bad bitches
Stack of hundreds, bunch of fifties
Super clean, fa'sho get 'em
Hit the scene, kill shit, we in the murda bizness
I kill pride, I hurt feelings, click, clack, bang, bang, we in the murda bizness
My outfit? It murk bitches, 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 bitches 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
Kill bitches dead, click clack bang bang it's the murda bizness

[Hook: Iggy Azalea]
Hit the club with bad bitches
Stack of hundreds, bunch of fifties
Super clean, fa'sho get 'em
Hit the scene, kill shit, we in the murda bizness
I kill pride, I hurt feelings, click, clack, bang, bang, we in the murda bizness
My outfit? It murk bitches, 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 shit but stay broke and die
While I keep making hits with these coca lines
Shit, 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
Kill bitches dead, click, clack, bang, bang, it's the murda bizness

[Hook: Iggy Azalea]
Hit the club with bad bitches
Stack of hundreds, bunch of fifties
Super clean, fa'sho get 'em
Hit the scene, kill shit, we in the murda bizness
I kill pride, I hurt feelings, click, clack, bang, bang, we in the murda bizness
My outfit? It murk bitches, click, clack, bang, bang, we in the murda bizness

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Outfit perfect, hit the scene, hurt shit
In the 9/11, I 187 murk shit
Holocaust, genocide, kill 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: Iggy Azalea]
Hit the club with bad bitches
Stack of hundreds, bunch of fifties
Super clean, fa'sho get 'em
Hit the scene, kill shit, we in the murda bizness
I kill pride, I hurt feelings, click, clack, bang, bang, we in the murda bizness
My outfit? It murk bitches, click, clack, bang, bang, we in the murda bizness