🎵 brat hard // by Ph0ton

1 Contributorbrat hard Lyrics [Verse 1: Iggy Azalea] First things first, I'm the realest (Realest) Drop this and let the whole world feel it (Let 'em feel it) And I'm still in the Murda Bizness I can hold you down, like I'm giving lessons in physics (Right, right?) You should want a bad bitch like this (Huh?) Drop it low and pick it up just like this (Yeah) Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris High heels, something worth a half a ticket on my wrist (On my wrist) Taking all the liquor straight, never chase that (Never) Rooftop like we bringing '88 back (What?) Bring the hooks in, where the bass at? Champagne spilling, you should taste that [Chorus: Charli XCX] I'm so fancy, you already know I'm in the fast lane, from L.A. to Tokyo I'm so fancy, can't you taste this gold? Remember my namе, 'bout to blow-oh-oh-oh [Verse 2: Iggy Azalea, Jeramiah Perez] I said baby, I do this, I thought that you knew this Can't stand no haters, and honest, thе truth is That my flow I farted, each beat dear, departed Swagger on stupid, I can't shop in no department And get my money on time, if it ain't 'bout money, decline And swear I meant that there so much that I give that line a rewind Said I get my money on time, if it ain't 'bout money, decline I just can't worry 'bout no haters, gotta stay on my grind Now tell me, who that, who that? That do that, do that? Put that paper over all, I thought you knew that, knew that I be that I-G-G-Y, put my name in bold I been working, I'm up in here with some change to throw [Chorus: Charli XCX] I'm so fancy, you already know I'm in the fast lane, from L.A. to Tokyo I'm so fancy, can't you taste this gold? Remember my name, 'bout to blow-oh-oh-oh [Bridge: Charli XCX] Trash the hotel Let's get drunk on the minibar Make the phone call Feels so good getting what I want Yeah, keep on turning it up Chandelier swinging, we don't give a fuck Film star, yeah, I'm deluxe Classic, expensive, you don't get to touch, ow! [Verse 3: Link Neal] Yes, I am a nerd; bookworm, I’m studious From my cerebral cortex to my gluteus Back in kindergarten, I aced my college entrance exam Now, I’m no rocket scientist — oh, wait, I am When I pour my Alpha-bits, I get nothing but straight A’s My retainer and headgear connect to a back brace I've got a pocket-protector protector protector I broke my glasses on purpose so I could tape ‘em together Run back to Reddit and type stuff no one will see You’re a geek, that means you’re just a hipster wannabe [Chorus: Charli XCX] I'm so fancy, you already know I'm in the fast lane, from L.A. to Tokyo I'm so fancy, can't you taste this gold? Remember my name, 'bout to blow-oh-oh-oh [Outro: Iggy Azalea & Charli XCX] Who that, who that? I-G-G-Y That do that, do that, I-G-G-Y Who that, who that? I-G-G-Y (Blow-oh-oh-oh)