Best Friend (feat. Iggy Azalea & MAC MILLER)

A bitch and her best friend go to the club Party every weekend, get in for free She know she a freak, yeah, she a freak, yeah She know she a freak, yeah, a freak, yeah, yeah She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah She a freak, yeah, she a freak, yeah (Freak bitches, what's up, ayy) Popping, popping, popping tags, always with a shopping bag She go to Clark Atlanta, but she always hopping class All-star weekend, she be where the lobby at Looking for that slapstick, all she need is hockey pads She just be scrambling, looking like, "Goddamn, he clean" Tossing that box like shipping and handling She be going, yeah, she be doing anything That tramp stay jumping off, she a trampoline Straight, straight ba-boinging this bitch I'm 'bout my head, flip a coin in this bitch (Uh) She brought her overnight bag and it's Fendi She wanted Benihanas but she settled for some Denny's A bitch and her best friend go to the club Party every weekend, get in for free She know she a freak, yeah, she a freak, yeah She know she a freak, yeah, a freak, yeah, yeah She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah She a freak, yeah, she a freak, yeah Red bottom ass heels on, head laid – that's fly shit Twerk something, I'm rich dumb but don't touch nuttin', that's my shit Oh, that's cute, same outfit, different color, same swag She jumping off when she leave the club, body spray in her Gucci bag Pogoin' ass ho, you and your main bitch front row Ho's lined up outside, wanna shake that ass at my show Let me tell you somethin' you don't know, on my neck and wrist: trap gold My ass fitted in Levis, swag so rodeo It's bitches in the building and it's bitches on the couch She tidy up her best friend, 'fore she leave the house She got a best friend, that's a freak bitch (A freak bitch) A freak bitch, tickets to my concert on her wishlist A bitch and her best friend go to the club Party every weekend, get in for free She know she a freak, yeah, she a freak, yeah She know she a freak, yeah, a freak, yeah, yeah She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah (Yeah, yeah) She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah (Yeah, yeah) She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah (Yeah) She a freak, yeah, she a freak, yeah (Um, yeah) B.Y.O.B, bring your own bitch She don't sleep, she smoke trees (Okay,) no boyfriend, got cold feet (Okay) Low-key, she's so sweet, just lonely, but so freaky Acting wild like, "Ho, please", fly route, I go deep (Yep) She don't creep, I fuck hoes, she cool with that, she love those It's funk, soul, her gusto is nuts, so she one of those Tell her come close, gotta love Jones, what's under your clothes? I wanna know Her ass huge, her back screwed-up with a bunch of bad tattoos For me she make an exception but she usually fuck black dudes (Yes!) My cashews all in her mouth (Yep,) in the club more than her house (House) Come through, she might hit the loud, go animal like in and out (Uh-huh) Threesome, I need some, my hoe's is European Norwegian, Puerto Rican, even some vegan A bitch and her best friend go to the club Party every weekend, get in for free She know she a freak, yeah, she a freak, yeah She know she a freak, yeah, a freak, yeah, yeah She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah She a freak, yeah, she a freak, yeah A bitch and her best friend This bitch, came to the club, with an overnight bag She was so ready She came, to the club, with an overnight bag, with a separate set of clothes in it Took her shoes off This bitch was back in the car with me and fuckin' B.o.B, tryna talk to B.o.B's friend, with her overnight bag Had done fuckin' changed shoes And I was like, 'wait a minute B.o.B, isn't that the same bitch from earlier tonight? But she in a whole different outfit?' And this bitch had a plastic bag ready Ready for her fucking vacation Just fuckin' crazy. Yes! A 24-hour vacation She was fuckin' ready For the 24-hour trip of a motherfuckin' lifetime And she knew what she was comin' for before the club opened She packed! She probably had some wet wipes in there, like everything. That girl was crazy though, you know she was crazy And then was like, 'but I got a boyfriend' - bitch, you don't have a boyfriend! Fuck outta here That was the crazy shit Remember that?