Can't Lose
Iggy Azalea Lyrics


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I might pull up in the coupe, yeah
Yeah my car don't got no roof, yeah
All that fake shit be killin' my mood
I am a winner, can't lose
Yeah, hey
I am a winner, can't lose
Keep on winnin', I can't lose, yeah
I am not worried 'bout you
Winnin', winnin', winnin', winnin'
Money stuffed inside the linen
Disrespect from the beginnin'
And I hope that you offended
Yeah, hey
Yeah I really cannot lose
I am a winner, can't lose, yeah
I am a winner, can't lose, yeah

Dat way
You ain't talkin' 'bout the money? Go that way
If you late with the check, I need back pay
All these diamonds on my neck, I feel fancy
Strangé, on the cover of the front page lookin' bomb babe
Yeah I got a couple houses and they all paid
Now I don't need a stylist, I'm rockin' Balmain
And I'm countin' up the commas every time the phone ring

Hollup, stick
Pull up in the Jeep with the kick (woo)
Got new feet on the bitch (woo)
Lookin' like a check 'cause I'm rich (rich)
Hollup, stick
Pull up in the Jeep with the kick (woo)
Got new feet on the bitch (woo)
Lookin' like a check 'cause I'm rich

Can't believe they try to play us
You could never ever fade us
Trust me, we don't need no favors
And we got that paper way up

I might pull up in the coupe, yeah
Yeah my car don't got no roof, yeah
All that fake shit be killin' my mood
I am a winner, can't lose
Yeah, hey
I am a winner, can't lose
Keep on winnin', I can't lose, yeah
I am not worried 'bout you
Winnin', winnin', winnin', winnin'
Money stuffed inside the linen
Disrespect from the beginnin'
And I hope that you offended
Yeah, hey
Yeah I really cannot lose
I am a winner, can't lose, yeah
I am a winner, can't lose, yeah

I just did a show, a couple million
Fuck opinions, yeah, fuck your feelings
Bitch I'm all about the better livin'
You ain't even got a pot to piss in
I just rounded up another digit
Mathematics with the honor roll
Leprechaun with that pot of gold
Bet you wanna taste the rainbow
Really, I'm a fan favorite
Really I'm your man's favorite
Always been above basic
Always been above the fake shit
Wax on, wax off (woo)
Karate chop with the sauce (woo)
Never worried 'bout the cost (what?)
I just get it like a boss, dat way

Can't believe they try to play us
You could never ever fade us
Trust me, we don't need no favors
And we got that paper way up

I might pull up in the coupe, yeah
Yeah my car don't got no roof, yeah
All that fake shit be killin' my mood
I am a winner, can't lose
Yeah, hey
I am a winner, can't lose
Keep on winnin', I can't lose, yeah
I am not worried 'bout you
Winnin', winnin', winnin', winnin'
Money stuffed inside the linen
Disrespect from the beginnin'
And I hope that you offended
Yeah, hey
Yeah I really cannot lose




I am a winner, can't lose, yeah
I am a winner, can't lose, yeah

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Can't Lose by Iggy Azalea and Lil Uzi Vert speak to the idea that the artists are winning and will continue to do so no matter what. The opening lines speak of Iggy's extravagant lifestyle, driving a coupe without a roof. She asserts that fake people and situations won't affect her as she is a winner who can't lose. Throughout the song, the artists boast about their wealth, success, and status while also acknowledging that people have tried to bring them down. However, they remain unbothered and confident in their abilities to keep winning.


The chorus reiterates the message that they are winners who cannot lose, while the verses delve deeper into the specifics of their success. Iggy raps about her financial prosperity, houses, and expensive clothing, while Lil Uzi Vert boasts about his millions and fan base. Ultimately, the song's message is one of confidence, success, and resilience.


Line by Line Meaning

I might pull up in the coupe, yeah
I may arrive in my two-seater car


Yeah my car don't got no roof, yeah
My car is a convertible


All that fake shit be killin' my mood
Lies and inauthenticity bring me down


I am a winner, can't lose
I have a mindset of success and cannot be defeated


Keep on winnin', I can't lose, yeah
I will continue to succeed and cannot be stopped


I am not worried 'bout you
I am not concerned with your opinions or success


Money stuffed inside the linen
I keep my wealth hidden in my linens


Disrespect from the beginnin'
I have faced criticism and disrespect from the start


And I hope that you offended
I hope my success offends those who have doubted me


Can't believe they try to play us
I can't believe they tried to deceive us


You could never ever fade us
You could never make us lose our place in the spotlight


Trust me, we don't need no favors
Believe me, we don't need any help to succeed


And we got that paper way up
We have a lot of money


Fuck opinions, yeah, fuck your feelings
I don't care about others' thoughts or emotions


Bitch I'm all about the better livin'
I'm focused on improving my lifestyle


You ain't even got a pot to piss in
You don't even have enough money to own a toilet


Leprechaun with that pot of gold
I have acquired a large amount of wealth


Wax on, wax off (woo)
I am adept at my craft, like the famous scene from 'The Karate Kid'


Never worried 'bout the cost (what?)
I am not concerned with how much money I spend


I just get it like a boss, dat way
I acquire my wealth in a successful and efficient way




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Broma 16, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: AMETHYST AMELIA KELLY, LASANNA HARRIS, MAURICE SIMMONDS, SHAMA JOSEPH, SYMERE WOODS, TUMEH GAILOR

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i love this song iggy is awesome

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i love this song!

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[Verse 1 — Iggy Azalea:]
First thing's first, I'm the realest (realest)
Drop this and let the whole world feel it (let them feel it)
And I'm still in the Murda Bizness
I could hold you down, like I'm givin' 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, somethin' worth a half a ticket on my wrist (on my wrist)
Takin' all the liquor straight, never chase that (never)
Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back (what?)
Bring the hooks in, where the bass at?
Champagne spillin', you should taste that

[Hook — 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

[Verse 2 — Iggy Azalea:]
I said, "Baby, I do this, I thought that you knew this."
Can't stand no haters and honest, the truth is
And my flow retarded, each beat did depart it
Swagger on stupid, I can't shop in no department
To get my money on time, if they not money, decline
And swear I meant that there so much that they give that line a rewind
So get my money on time, if they not 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 the I-G-G-Y, put my name in bold
I been working, I'm up in here with some change to throw

[Hook — 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

[Bridge — Charli XCX:]
Trash the hotel
Let's get drunk on the mini bar
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 — Iggy Azalea:]
Still stunned, how you love that?
Got the whole world asking how I does that
Hot girl, hands off, don't touch that
Look at it I bet you wishing you could clutch that
It's just the way you like it, huh?
You so good, he's just wishing he could bite it, huh?
Never turn down money,
Slaying these hoes, gold trigger on the gun like

[Hook — 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

[Outro:]
Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y
That do that, do that, I-I-G-G-Y
Who that, who that, I-I-I-G-G-Y
Blow

Who-who-who-who that, who that, I-G-G-Y
That do that, do that, I-I-G-G-Y
Who that, who that, I-I-I-G-G-Y
Blow

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