Glory Iggy Azalea

[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]
I’m just tryin’ to build my army up
But these days they shootin’ at me with a Tommy Gun
Carry the weight ’cause I’m strong enough
But sometimes the hate make me feel like I’m pulling a Tonka truck
What’s the fuss? I bought the Murda Bizness to all of them
They asking questions like I ain't talking about dressing
Are we talking about art, or are we talking about perception?
If it bangs play my record, if not, then shelf it
While others coming up shorter than elf limbs
I realize I may be the realest bitch they ever dealt with
And to be honest these rumours be all fables
See, I don’t get dropped, I drop the label
Let’s keep it very clear, I’m doing just fine
I’m sitting on a million, your bank’s flatline
Death to the haters, face it one time
You got your own dick bitch
Why you ridin' mine?

[Chorus: Naz Tokio]
Kick me down but I’m a champion
Heard them say that I'm not the one
Nevermind them, never-nevermind them
Nevermind them, never-nevermind them
Carry the weight like a champion
Go sell the dreams to the other ones
Nevermind them, never-nevermind them
Nevermind them, never-nevermind them