Hey Iggy
Iggy Azalea Lyrics


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Baddest white bitch in the club
Hot boys on my dick in the club
Tell 'em chill out, super thick in the club
This my new shit, play this in the club (Hey, Iggy)
Pretty squad women make a makin' man bust like a semi (rrah)
Hit me late night like Jimmy
If I give it to him once, he gon' chase me 'round the city like (hey Iggy)
Where you get that ass?
Where's the number to your doctor 'cause bitch you bad?
Nosey hoes asking 'bout my brand new nose
'Bout my bank account, got some brand new O's (ohh, hah, go it) (hey Iggy)
Heard he go the work, wanna be my assistant
He love the white chocolate, I'm thicker than a snicker
Thicker than a stripper, if she clap it, I'ma tip her (hey Iggy)

Where you get that ass
Low-low waist, brand new bag? (Hey Iggy, hey Iggy)

I say, "Hey Iggy, you're so fine
You're so fine, you blow my mind" (hey Iggy, hey Iggy)
I say, "Hey Iggy, you're so fine
You're so fine, you blow my mind" (hey Iggy, hey Iggy)

Baddest white bitch in the game
I could make Future put down the drank
From trapping in Miami, nominations at the Grammies
Haters can't stand me but they love me at the bank (hey Iggy)
You want that in all hunnids?
It really turn me on seeing bitches getting money
It really turn me off seeing boys actin' thirsty
Told them I'd be bad and I curved him (hey Iggy)
Where you get that ass?
Feeling on my booty while I fill my glass
This's what you want, what you need, huh?
For the dope boys doubling their re-up
For the hot girls pulling at their G-Strings
You're gon give it to them soon as you leave, huh? (Leave, huh?) (hey, Iggy)
Why they hate Iggy?
While you was on a diet, your girl made Millies
Fuck beef, I got more estate than Philly

Where you get that ass
Low-low waist, brand new bag? (Hey Iggy, hey Iggy)

I say, "Hey Iggy, you're so fine
You're so fine, you blow my mind" (hey Iggy, hey Iggy)

Baddest white bitch in the game
I could make Future put down the drank
Baddest white bitch in the club




Hot boys on my dick in the club
(Hey Iggy, hey Iggy)

Overall Meaning

In Iggy Azalea's song "Iggy", she embraces her identity as a white rapper and confidently proclaims herself as the "baddest white bitch in the club." She describes the attention she receives from men and the jealousy from other women. Azalea's lyrics are full of sexual innuendos, boasting about her curves and sexual prowess. She is unapologetic about her lifestyle and material possessions, such as her low waistline and brand new bag. Although the song is about her own greatness, Azalea also calls out the hate and envy she receives from others who criticize her career and success.


Through "Iggy", Azalea aims to empower herself and her audience by embracing her individuality and flaunting her success. The song's upbeat and catchy tempo reflects the confidence she expresses in her lyrics. Azalea's choice of words and metaphors create a frisky and provocative atmosphere that emphasizes her sexual freedom and bodily autonomy. The song's lively rhythm and Azalea's confident personality make "Iggy" a fun and empowering song for her listeners.


Line by Line Meaning

Baddest white bitch in the club
I am the most attractive and impressive woman in this club, despite being of Caucasian race.


Hot boys on my dick in the club
Many young men are showing considerable interest in me while I am here, actively seeking my attention.


Tell 'em chill out, super thick in the club
I have a curvy, voluptuous figure and do not want to be overwhelmed by too much attention from these boys. They should calm down and appreciate me without being overly aggressive about it.


This my new shit, play this in the club (Hey, Iggy)
This song is my latest work and should be given significant airplay and attention while I am present.


Pretty squad women make a makin' man bust like a semi (rrah)
These attractive women are overwhelming men with their beauty and leaving them in a state of arousal and wonder.


Hit me late night like Jimmy
Men frequently contact me very late at night, often with explicit intentions.


If I give it to him once, he gon' chase me 'round the city like (hey Iggy)
If I engage with these men intimately even once, they will become excessively infatuated and try to pursue a romantic relationship with me, no matter where I go.


Where you get that ass?
People are inquiring about the origins of my prominent posterior.


Where's the number to your doctor 'cause bitch you bad?
People are impressed with my appearance and are curious about any procedures or treatments that may have contributed to it.


Nosey hoes asking 'bout my brand new nose
Other women are inquiring about my recently altered appearance, particularly my nose.


'Bout my bank account, got some brand new O's (ohh, hah, go it) (hey Iggy)
They are also curious about my financial status and any recent money-making endeavors I may have pursued.


Heard he go the work, wanna be my assistant
I have heard rumors that a particular man is interested in helping me with my professional affairs, likely driven by his attraction to me.


He love the white chocolate, I'm thicker than a snicker
This man has a preference for white women, and I possess a curvy figure that he finds particularly alluring and appealing.


Thicker than a stripper, if she clap it, I'ma tip her (hey Iggy)
I have a body much more curvaceous and impressive than even the most successful exotic dancers. If I were to watch a stripper perform, I would reward her with a generous tip due to my own gorgeous physique.


Low-low waist, brand new bag? (Hey Iggy, hey Iggy)
People are also impressed by the fashionable accessories I am wearing, particularly my new handbag and jeans with a low waistline.


I say, "Hey Iggy, you're so fine You're so fine, you blow my mind" (hey Iggy, hey Iggy)
People are inclined to compliment me and remark on how attractive I am, using phrases like "Hey Iggy, you're so fine, you blow my mind."


I could make Future put down the drank From trapping in Miami, nominations at the Grammies
My success and beauty are such that even a respected musician like Future would be compelled to pause his drinking and take notice of me. I have had some success in the music industry as well, with a nomination for a Grammy Award.


Haters can't stand me but they love me at the bank (hey Iggy)
There are people who may dislike or resent me, but they cannot deny the wealth and success I have achieved through my music career.


You want that in all hunnids?
I am wondering if the person offering me cash would like it in $100 bills.


It really turn me on seeing bitches getting money
I am sexually aroused and excited by women who are successful and financially independent.


It really turn me off seeing boys actin' thirsty Told them I'd be bad and I curved him (hey Iggy)
I am put off by men who are too eager and desperate for my attention. When a man tries to pursue me romantically, I will often reject him and move on.


Feeling on my booty while I fill my glass
While I am getting a drink, someone is touching my buttocks without my permission


This's what you want, what you need, huh? For the dope boys doubling their re-up For the hot girls pulling at their G-Strings You're gon give it to them soon as you leave, huh? (Leave, huh?) (hey, Iggy)
The content of my music and performance is what people want and need; for example, for drug dealers to increase their supply and for attractive women to dance provocatively. They know that I will deliver these experiences sooner rather than later.


Why they hate Iggy?
Despite my success and beauty, there are people who dislike, resent, or envy me for my achievements.


While you was on a diet, your girl made Millies
While someone was trying to diet and lose weight, their female partner was making a significant amount of money.


Fuck beef, I got more estate than Philly
I am not concerned with any personal rivalries or conflicts; my financial and career success is so impressive that I have more wealth and property than the entire city of Philadelphia.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, CRAKWAV
Written by: Amethyst Amelia Kelly

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Sarah Rebecca


on Work

i love this song iggy is awesome

Jalyn Welch


on Bounce

i love this song!

Carmela Bellucci


on Fancy

[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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