[Chorus: Watch The Duck]
You ain't the type of lady that's known to fuck around, mm, uh
Keep your mind on your money, and you ain't looking to settle down
Girl, you keep it 100, 100, 100
When you're 'round me, yeah
That's why I keep it 100, 100, 100
When you're 'round me, yeah
When you come around me, mm
When you come around me, yeah
Girl you keep it 100, 100, 100
When you're 'round me
Girl, when you come around me
[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]
I'mma keep it 100, I'm a boss chick, but he run it
No Michael Kors, just Tom Ford
Saint Tropez, I'm like bonjour
In Spain wearing that Balmain, Lanvin Givenchy
On the top floor of that penthouse, I got ten toes on that concrete
Keep it G with him, I ain't gotta lie 'bout shit
I don't need the money, I can buy my shit
Heard in the streets that he fucked that bitch
He know I'mma put his ass out my shit
Paid one million for that drop six
And he got the Glock in my cockpit
Them other chicks he get caught with
I'm the bitch he gon' rock with
They talk shit, but we bought shit
Fly Aussie on boss shit
When he need to be, where he need to be
I tell him, "Go on, it ain't no thing to me"
Gotta hit that thing, bring that back witcha
Let me thumb through the check if you wanna get sexy
You knew I was high-class ass when you met me!
My money tall, too bad for y'all
Y'all dough as short as Joe Pesci
I'm a fancy bitch, but I'm ratchet
Not like the bitch you had, ain't never had shit
So respect that, how I come around
No run around, you better humble down
Them games, ain't gon' play none
I keep it A1 since day one, yeah
You ain't the type of lady that's known to fuck around, mm, uh
Keep your mind on your money, and you ain't looking to settle down
Girl, you keep it 100, 100, 100
When you're 'round me, yeah
That's why I keep it 100, 100, 100
When you're 'round me, yeah
When you come around me, mm
When you come around me, yeah
Girl you keep it 100, 100, 100
When you're 'round me
Girl, when you come around me
[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]
I'mma keep it 100, I'm a boss chick, but he run it
No Michael Kors, just Tom Ford
Saint Tropez, I'm like bonjour
In Spain wearing that Balmain, Lanvin Givenchy
On the top floor of that penthouse, I got ten toes on that concrete
Keep it G with him, I ain't gotta lie 'bout shit
I don't need the money, I can buy my shit
Heard in the streets that he fucked that bitch
He know I'mma put his ass out my shit
Paid one million for that drop six
And he got the Glock in my cockpit
Them other chicks he get caught with
I'm the bitch he gon' rock with
They talk shit, but we bought shit
Fly Aussie on boss shit
When he need to be, where he need to be
I tell him, "Go on, it ain't no thing to me"
Gotta hit that thing, bring that back witcha
Let me thumb through the check if you wanna get sexy
You knew I was high-class ass when you met me!
My money tall, too bad for y'all
Y'all dough as short as Joe Pesci
I'm a fancy bitch, but I'm ratchet
Not like the bitch you had, ain't never had shit
So respect that, how I come around
No run around, you better humble down
Them games, ain't gon' play none
I keep it A1 since day one, yeah
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