Me, Myself, My Money Iggy Azalea

[Chorus]
They’d buy me shit if they could
Damn, I make it look good
I’m 'bout the paper like wood
Oh you hating? Yeah, you should
Cause it’s just me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money
Me, myself, my money

[Verse 1]
These Margielas is killing my feet
Versace shades ’cause I’m feeling low key
Case of Ace ’cause the homies with me
No ID, they know me
I.G.G. bitch, why you starin?
Chic Lazana, I ain’t carin'
Might put Daytons on my McLaren
Like, damn, that white bitch cray
My son is signed, yeah, fuck, you pay me
Then pay me more ’cause I get shit you one hundred six four
6-0-0, don’t slam that door
Wash MC’s, they white like sheets
Crack rock flow, bitch cook that dough
Put it in the streets, they took that dough
I took that dough
Threw it to the ceiling; it fell on the floor
Iggy, you killin’, I already know
Can’t tell me nothin' if you already broke I’m already on
Aiming for the stars, I’m already gone
'Boutta have dinner with the man on the moon
Married to this shit and the money’s my groom
I’m sweepin' this shit, ay grab that broom