1-800-BONE Iggy Azalea

[Chorus]
Yeah
Motherfuckers calling my phone (Phone)
1-800-Bone (Bone)
Boy, ain't you know? (No)
I can back it up like a Tonka truck
So call my phone phone (Phone)
1-800-Bone (Bone)
Say you got that gun? (Gun)
That AK-47
Bang-bang-bang, bang, bang
That-that-that AK-47
Bang-bang-bang, bang, bang
That-that-that AK-47
Bang-bang-bang

[Verse 1]
Iggy got that secret service, this that presidential shit
Get the busy tone when ya call my phone and my voicemail full of messages
Say you got that AK-47, well, let me see you shoot it
Eat it up, beat it up boy, don't bruise it
Put ya hands on it, don't slip, don't lose it
Bad bitches in my chat room, my chat room be poppin'
Turn that chat room to a freak show when them bad bitches get topless
Put it on Ustream for the whole world so the whole world can see it
Got that hotline, and it's about time for me to swap it out, I gotta re-up
They saying, "Iggy, oh, Iggy," they wanna play with that kitty
They calling, blowing my phone up, wishing they could kick it with me
The way I'm stunting I'm hurting feelings, they wondering what I'm getting
A hustler charging all of you customers by the minute