[Verse ?: Iggy Azalea]
What’s the difference between me and you? (Who?)
Twelve hundred dollars Gucci shoes (Ooh)
I know that facts'll make you feel a way
Took three years off and I’m still paid (Uh huh)
What’s the difference between yours and mine?
Credit cards that just don’t decline (No bitch)
It’s overpriced but I still don't mind
I spent thousands dollars on a glass of wine (Ugh)
Y'all mathematicians tryna' split the tab
Bitch, you know you shouldn’t ate the crab (Shouldn't do it bitches)
Louis purse but you kept the tag
Bitch, you know you finna take it back (Mhh)
Tip the tag, you know get the bag (Hey)
You know pussy fat (Hey)
You know waist snatched (Hey)
I'm in the quarter mill with the ceiling cracked (Ah ah)
While you in your feelings, I ain't feeling that (Naah)

[Verse ?: Iggy Azalea]
[...] die for me
Ain't no fucking thing you could offer me
If he hit it, then you know he won the lottery
I'ma keep him if he eat it with no cutlery
Pardon me, I'm too audacious
I want them tickets, I ain't talking citations
Santorini, then I switch up locations
Got no further fucks so don't ask for donations (Whoah)
Better get your bag up
Talk shit [...]
[Verse ?: Wiz Khalifa]
All my talking is matter of facts
All my time is all respected