Goddess - Iggy Azalea

Ain’t this what y’all need me for

You done pissed me off what is y’all leaving for

Oh what?

A white girl with a flow ain’t been seen before

Bow down until your knees get sore

Treat Neimans like a grocery store

Selfridges get the same rapport

Ask Bey’when we off on tour

Hopping out a fly whip screaming «This ain’t yours»

How famous can one get 'fore she get tired

One phone call that make all the money get wired

Uh, spit fire that’ll burn down an empire

20 deep in the sprinter tryn the Benz tires

Wave hello when I breeze by ya Make enough in ten months

I could live off or retire (woo)

But I just won’t quit

Tryna figure out which part of this you just don’t get huh

Lord, lemme know if you got this

Preaching about prophets

It ain’t no one man can stop us Bow down to a Goddess, bow down to a Goddess, bow down to a Goddess

It ain’t no one man can stop us Bow down to a Goddess

Goddess!

Got it?

Same critics wondered if I had it in me

Now want me to play friendly

But how the hell you play friendly when the mention of my name could cause a media frenzy

The cameras flash everywhere, make it hard to miss me Lately I been crazy 'til a psych will commit me After any competition coming up against me You think it’s anything better, then come convince me Until then I’ll be leading the race

So bow down, put your knee to your face

While I make wine outta water, turn rappers into martyrs

Set it off whenever I-G-G in the place, uh Young rapper, Goddess

Y’all a boring read like Rapper’s Digest

I could never see you fall like I skip through August

I’m thinkin’bout now would be the time to start this

Lord, lemme know if you got this

Preaching about prophets

It ain’t no one man can stop us Bow down to a Goddess, bow down to a Goddess, bow down to a Goddess

It ain’t no one man can stop us Bow down to a Goddess

Goddess!

Got it?

Put your hands to the sky

But only if you feel the vibe

They wanna bury me alive but y’all know real gods never die

Lord, lemme know if you got this

Preaching about prophets

It ain’t no one man can stop us Bow down to a Goddess, bow down to a Goddess, bow down to a Goddess

It ain’t no one man can stop us Bow down to a Goddess

Goddess!

Got it?