Iggy Azalea, T.I. - Murda Bizness letra (lyrics)

Hit the club with bad bitches
Stack of hundreds, bunch of fifties
Super clean, fa'sho get 'em
Hit the scene, kill shit
We in the murda bizness
I kill pride, I hurt feelings
Click, clack, bang, bang
We in the murda bizness
My outfit? It murk bitches
Click, clack, bang, bang
We in the murda bizness

Iggy, do it Biggie, tell
'em keep sending bottles, i'mma pop fifty
These other bitches think they hot?
Not really she a broke ho
That’s how you know she not with me
Keep my heels on high, ride or die
760Li, ridin' fly
I’m the God's honest truth
They decide to lie
They just divide they legs, I divide the pie
And nah, nah, nah, nobody digging ya'll hoes
When Iggy in the spot
They be iggin' ya'll hoes
I’m cold, get in that thang
Kill bitches dead
Click clack bang bang it's the murda bizness
Hit the club with bad bitches
Stack of hundreds, bunch of fifties
Super clean, fa'sho get 'em
Hit the scene, kill shit
We in the murda bizness
I kill pride, I hurt feelings
Click, clack, bang, bang
We in the murda bizness
My outfit? It murk bitches
Click, clack, bang, bang
We in the murda bizness

Peezy, we got them queazy, give
These hoes a hard time, make it look easy
I’m the first of my kind, you ain't seen any
We gonna eat this bread 'cause we make plenty
Stacks piled high, let the hundreds fly
You ain’t gotta do a shit
But stay broke and die
While I keep making hit's
With these coca lines
Shit, I'm IMAX big, you poster size
And nah, nah, nah
They ain’t feeling y’all hoes
If you was on fire
Wouldn't piss on y’all hoes
I’m cold, get in that thang
Kill bitches dead, click, clack, bang, bang
It's the murda bizness

Hit the club with bad bitches
Stack of hundreds, bunch of fifties
Super clean, fa'sho get 'em
Hit the scene, kill shit
We in the murda bizness
I kill pride, I hurt feelings
Click, clack, bang, bang
We in the murda bizness
My outfit? It murk bitches
Click, clack, bang, bang
We in the murda bizness

Outfit perfect, hit the scene, hurt shit
In the 9 11, I 187 murk shit
Holocaust, genocide
Kill their ego and their pride
Cremating the hating
It’s a murda in the making
I’m taking all shine off top
Buying all bottles from the bar, let's pop
Champagne, if them niggas die of thirst
Man we'll buy a hearse
When the light hit the chain
All you see is fireworks
I mute niggas turnt up all the way
Shoot nigga with the swag, Doc Holliday
I’m steady blowing loud
Broke niggas ain’t allowed
Click, clack, bang, bang, pow, pow
It’s the murda bizness

Hit the club with bad bitches
Stack of hundreds, bunch of fifties
Super clean, fa'sho get 'em
Hit the scene, kill shit
We in the murda bizness
I kill pride, I hurt feelings
Click, clack, bang, bang
We in the murda bizness
My outfit? It murk bitches
Click, clack, bang, bang
We in the murda bizness