[Chorus: Iggy Azalea]
We go hard till you get the picture then we make it bigger
Get this money, blowing major figures, can't take it with ya
We go hard till you get the picture then we make it bigger
We gon' shine till you get the picture then we make it bigger, bigger

[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]
Hold up, let me get up in this bitch
When I roll up, I'm straight to it, ain't throwin' out shit
I got new hundreds and fifties, keep your fives, tens and twenties
Only white girl with a ghetto ass and a pair of fashion titties
I got heels stronger than your money
I ain't balling you funny
Put this whole world on a treadmill, I'mma spinning wheel and I'mma run it
Watch out talkin' 'bout, about nothin', who got it in up for discussion?
In that coupe [?] with the roof edge
You see this right here, that new classic, gang

[Chorus: Iggy Azalea]
We go hard till you get the picture then we make it bigger
Get this money, blowing major figures, can't take it with ya
We go hard till you get the picture then we make it bigger
We gon' shine till you get the picture then we make it bigger, bigger

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Yeah, we go hard and the motherfucker put it on guard
We don't give a damn if we catchin' no charge
We just shine for the ones that budged left behind bars
A half a million dollars, sport cars on the block
Yeah, superstar, we're above apart
Careful, cook it raw, when I manage y'all
And now you catch me and Iggy hoppin' out a G4
She in a fur, I'm smelling like I found a reefer (Bang)
Huh, and until you get the picture
Me in a SuperSport to be up in the super [?] with it (Gang)
All you hear a [?] when I hit it (Yeah)
Ridin' 'round, spinnin' like gas in the city (Yup)
We don't want you, hoes, just your ass and the titties
No matter fact keep that, let the mouth come with it
And the house gettin' busy
And when I'm finna with it, askin' I'm about my business
That's it, hey
[Chorus: Iggy Azalea & Spodee]
We go hard till you get the picture then we make it bigger
Get this money, blowing major figures, can't take it with ya
We go hard till you get the picture then we make it bigger (Yeah, yeah)
We gon' shine till you get the picture then we make it bigger, bigger (Spodee, ugh)

[Verse 3: Spodee]
I came up on the hot side of town, where the pimps ain't free (Ain't free, yeah)
Player like me comin' out hard, like 8Ball and MJG (Yeah, yeah)
Shawty say she a bad for the woods
So I can't get to into the tricks, say, "Please" (Say please, baby)
Hold the camera with a damn socialite, thank you
You can smile for the pics, say, "Cheese" (Hell, nah)
Other damn n***a try to play for the CD
I'm like, "Nah, that ain't mixtape free"
[?] stay where the [?] and the bitch lay
Where the sticks and the clips lay free (Hold on)
I'm goin' hard in the paint, like Omar in the paint, now [?] say "Z" (Yeah)
Iggy, keep killin' these hoes
Tell 'em who the hell fixed they weed
It's Hustle Gang in these pics, they see

[Chorus: Iggy Azalea]
We go hard till you get the picture then we make it bigger
Get this money, blowing major figures, can't take it with ya
We go hard till you get the picture then we make it bigger
We gon' shine till you get the picture then we make it bigger, bigger