Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hello, artist - Iggy Azalea. Album song Ignorant Art, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.05.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Grand hustle
Song language: English
Hello |
| Look, we gettin' money |
| We spendin' money |
| There’s June money and December money |
| There’s summer money and winter money |
| Cold-co-co-co-cold |
| Clothes on top of clothes |
| I’m flier than a bird |
| And I’m shittin' on you hoes |
| What you know? |
| Bitch I’m on |
| And can’t nobody turn me off |
| And if I was a dick I would be hard |
| But you would make me soft, my god |
| He choosin' like hello, hello |
| Tall, pretty bitch, hair yellow, yellow |
| Blond, but please don’t think I’m dumb |
| I’m gettin' to this bread |
| Where’s the Grey Poupon? |
| These dudes is on my jock |
| Every time I come |
| And you would think that I was strippin' |
| Shit, the way they throw the ones |
| I can make you go |
| I can make you move |
| I can make you do what the fuck I want you to do |
| I walk in they like |
| Hello, hello, hello |
| I walk in they like |
| Hello, hello, hello |
| I can make you go |
| I can make you move |
| I can make you do what the fuck I want you to do |
| I walk in they like |
| Hello, hello, hello |
| I walk in they like |
| Hello, hello, hello |
| Fuck you bitches |
| You ugly bitches |
| You stupid bitches |
| You dummy bitches |
| You dusty bitches |
| Don’t touch me bitches (whoa) |
| Whoa, whoa whoa |
| N-n-n-n-no |
| You’re not on my level |
| You’re not even close |
| And these are Ferragamo |
| Baby, what the fuck are those? |
| Since you snifflin', sneezin', cryin' |
| Baby go and blow your nose |
| Bitch I’m on |
| And if I have to tell you one more time I’ll blow |
| Like a bomb, or a horn, or a bitch behind a bungalow at prom |
| What I’m on |
| I swear these bitches not |
| It’s pussy two times: |
| Twat, twat |
| Pussy two more times is exactly what he got |
| After I made it hot |
| And he spent up all his gwap |
| I’m talkin' racks on top of racks |
| And stacks on top of that |
| He took me to them shops and I got bags on top of bags |
| You dress like orphan Annie |
| Get a kitchen, back them rags |
| You’re not lookin' too good |
| And that’s too bad |
| So sad |
| I can make you go |
| I can make you move |
| I can make you do what the fuck I want you to do |
| I walk in they like |
| Hello, hello, hello |
| I walk in they like |
| Hello, hello, hello |
| I can make you go |
| I can make you move |
| I can make you do what the fuck I want you to do |
| I walk in they like |
| Hello, hello, hello |
| I walk in they like |
| (It's Joe Moses) |
| Hello, hello, hello |
| My wrist yellow |
| My Benz black |
| Everybody know I did that |
| I live that |
| I am that |
| My watch blue |
| My bitch’s phat |
| That’s pretty, hot, and tempting, nigga |
| Earrings Bart Simpson, nigga |
| Fuck a duck, we fixin' nigga |
| Milk carton, you missin' nigga |
| I’m Brick Squad and I’m caso |
| I’m all out and I’m 5'4″ |
| My squad is something I die for |
| Just point 'em out |
| And I ride on em |
| I dive on em |
| Who talkin', boy? |
| Inside be bossin' boy |
| I shits beats, you coughin' boy |
| I ride tracks, you walkin' boy |
| I does me, you do you |
| I fuck bitches, you Youtube |
| You watch me, I watch hoes |
| You pillow talkin', I fuck stole |
| I’m JM, that’s gettin' money |
| Fuck haters, them niggas funny |
| All out, we gettin' money |
| All out, that’s good money |
| I can make you go |
| I can make you move |
| I can make you do what the fuck I want you to do |
| I walk in they like |
| Hello, hello, hello |
| I walk in they like |
| Hello, hello, hello |
| I can make you go |
| I can make you move |
| I can make you do what the fuck I want you to do |
| I walk in they like |
| Hello, hello, hello |
| I walk in they like |
| Hello, hello, hello |
| What’s going on |