Hell You Sayin
T.I. feat. Iggy Azalea Young Dro & Travis Scott Lyrics
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VVS shine like the sun outside
Somebody tryna tell you Hustle Gang ain't gettin' to the money
Tell that nigga "You a mothafuckin' lie"
Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'?
Fuck you thought? Fuck you thought?
Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'?
Fuck you taln' bout? Fuck you taln' 'bout?
I make rainy days, it's a drought for you
Y'all ain't crusin' my altitude
I'm a boss bitch, I let you spread the rumors
Yea you talkin' shit but not an ounce true
Million dollar misfit, my money pilin'
All over the lettuce like Thousand Island
My dough runnin' like a broken faucet
I'm the landlord, you in the housing projects
In the drive-thru, makin' bank deposits
Crazy money, insane asylum
Boss Chase, got her taxes filed
And then I blow the rest while I'm at Saks shopping
Amsterdam, Germany and Holland
Changing your currency to dollars
It's Iggy bitch, and this boss shit
Where the pounds at? no trending topic
All we really know a kid pimpin', all we do is get fly
VVS shine like the sun outside
Somebody tryna tell you Hustle Gang ain't gettin' to the money
Tell that nigga "You a mothafuckin' lie"
Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'?
Fuck you thought? Fuck you thought?
Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'?
Fuck you taln' bout? Fuck you taln' 'bout?
Nigga hell you sayin'?
All I talk is money, ye ain't got it, ain't nothin'
I'm on the grind, shinin' like an elevator button
Wanna talk? Nigga lissen, call me EL hun
You got a bad bitch? I gotta have that buddy
Bein' broke? Nigga please, you can have that, buddy
This nigga say he doin' numbers, where yo math at buddy?
I'm in a mothafuckin' socket, can't unplug it
Think I'm mothafuckin' lyin', try and take somethin' from me
Bitch I'm plugged to the max, pay a dub for a pack
Take it back to the trap, make it jump right back
Break it down into O's, sell quarters of those
If I ain't got it on me, it's some more at the store
I know a thousand mothafuckin' niggas in the city
Say T.I.P. 'bout you, shawty anybody get it
So 'fore you get robbed, get trapped by 80
Just know Hustle Gang thug a hella lot
All we really know a kid pimpin', all we do is get fly
VVS shine like the sun outside
Somebody tryna tell you Hustle Gang ain't gettin' to the money
Tell that nigga "You a mothafuckin' lie"
Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'?
Fuck you thought? Fuck you thought?
Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'?
Fuck you taln' bout? Fuck you taln' 'bout?
Nigga hell you sayin'?
We got them niggas over there dead
Coupe Benz, no roof, I'm without head
New shoes, you ain't got this pair yet
Your broad late, kinda on 'cause I had that
She in the driveway, tryna fix her hair back
I had a dick marathon and she ran that
Lapped that, after that, when her care better
Killed her with the pole, then let her hang half mast
Fuck them, I'm still hoppin' out of foreign cars
I'm a born star and I'm a porn star
I catch you slippin' with triggers and really hit a nigga
By myself, I ain't gotta go get a nigga
Trap Biggie, on track verbally killin' niggas
Sick flow, might need Penicillin, nigga
I do the impossible like I oughta do
And y'all pussy niggas smaller than a molecule
Out!
I left my passport overseas
Where it get dark after 3
Never leave the house 'less I'm awfully flee
Always leave the show with somethin' soft to squeeze
Take a little dab of this, a little drag of this
Then she reached down my pants, grabbed my shaggy dick
Left that mothafucka's home covered in my kids
She bossy, get this grip, straight flossin'
Smoke the piece with little coffee
Fresh as hell, no coughin'
I let her talk the shit
Leave the crib, can't walk for shit shit
Buck the dome, Milwaukee shit
Mind so big, gettin' lost and shit
Bossin', hit the club they hear caution
Drunk as hell feelin' nauseous
High as hell, hittin' commas
I'm raunchy, your niggas rock Givenchy
I ain't gotta say it, I ain't gotta wear it
I ain't gotta pay it cause you know it don't cost me
All we really know a kid pimpin', all we do is get fly
VVS shine like the sun outside
Somebody tryna tell you Hustle Gang ain't gettin' to the money
Tell that nigga "You a mothafuckin' lie"
Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'?
Fuck you thought? Fuck you thought?
Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'?
Fuck you taln' bout? Fuck you taln' 'bout?
Nigga hell you sayin'?
The lyrics of "Hell You Sayin'" by T.I. featuring Iggy Azalea, Young Dro, and Travis Scott delve into themes of wealth, success, bravado, and defiance against detractors. The central idea unfolds within a confident and boastful framework that showcases their lifestyle and unwavering commitment to their hustle. The phrase "Nigga hell you sayin'?" serves as both a challenge and a dismissal of any doubt about their achievements and credibility, reiterating a stance that they are successfully dominating their respective spaces. By emphasizing their "VVS shine," a reference to high-quality diamonds, the artists communicate not only their material wealth but also the glitz and glamour associated with their lifestyle. Ironically juxtaposing their success against accusations from others, they fortify their narrative by boldly asserting the truth of their financial status and achievements.
Iggy’s verse adds a fanfare of her own accomplishments, layering the song’s bravado with themes of resilience and independence. The metaphor of making "rainy days" suggests her ability to thrive regardless of external circumstances, while the boast of being a "boss bitch" establishes confidence and authority. Iggy cleverly uses culinary and financial metaphors, likening her money to lettuce, a reference to wealth, and comparing it to Thousand Island dressing to illustrate how it’s stacked and plentiful. There’s also a calculation in her flow that articulates the hustle of generating income from various avenues, as she mentions handling money across international borders. This creates a vivid picture of both escapism and global swagger, reinforcing the idea that success knows no bounds.
Continuing the narrative, T.I. paints a stark contrast between his lifestyle and that of others, shedding light on the disparity they perceive to exist in the rap game. His reference to making bank deposits and comparing himself with those in housing projects illustrates the hard-earned triumph he has experienced. This sharp divide encapsulates the ethos of Hustle Gang, portraying T.I. as not only a figure of authority but also a resourceful entrepreneur with deep ties in the community. The repetition of "nigga hell you sayin'?" serves as an anthem challenging any skepticism about their legitimacy, reiterating that their pursuit of success is alive and unwavering despite outside criticism.
Travis Scott’s contribution shifts focus to personal indulgence, exploring the hedonistic elements of success in the lifestyle of a rapper. Reference to his interactions with women and a carefree attitude towards wealth and material possessions emphasizes a lived experience steeped in excess and the thrill of living large. The vivid imagery recounts intimate and extravagant encounters, while simultaneously asserting autonomy and freedom. The line “I ain’t gotta say it, I ain’t gotta wear it,” signifies a confidence that extends beyond materialism, suggesting that their status is self-evident and requires no validation. Ultimately, "Hell You Sayin'" is an audacious proclamation of success across various dimensions, echoing a unified message of resilience and dominance within the music and broader cultural landscape.
Line by Line Meaning
All we really know a kid pimpin', all we do is get fly
What defines us is our lifestyle of success and confidence; we constantly elevate our status.
VVS shine like the sun outside
Our wealth and luxury are apparent, shining brightly like a clear, sunny day.
Somebody tryna tell you Hustle Gang ain't gettin' to the money
There's misinformation circulating that suggests our crew is not making significant financial gains.
Tell that nigga 'You a mothafuckin' lie'
Confront those who doubt our success and tell them outright that they are mistaken.
Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'?
Question the validity of their claims, challenging their credibility.
Fuck you thought? Fuck you thought?
Express disbelief over their assumptions or misconceptions about us.
Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'?
Reiterate the challenge to their words, demanding clarification.
Fuck you taln' bout? Fuck you taln' 'bout?
Dismiss their talk as irrelevant and question the basis of their statements.
Nigga hell you sayin'?
Continue to emphasize the disbelief towards the claims being made.
I make rainy days, it's a drought for you
I create opportunities and good fortune, while others experience setbacks and hardships.
Y'all ain't crusin' my altitude
You can't reach or compete with my level of success and achievement.
I'm a boss bitch, I let you spread the rumors
I wield power and influence, allowing others to gossip as they wish.
Yea you talkin' shit but not an ounce true
Those who criticize are doing so without any basis in fact.
Million dollar misfit, my money pilin'
I may not fit the conventional mold, but I am accumulating wealth effortlessly.
All over the lettuce like Thousand Island
My money is abundant and spread out, comparable to salad dressing evenly distributed.
My dough runnin' like a broken faucet
My income flows continuously and abundantly, uncontrollably like water from a leaky tap.
I'm the landlord, you in the housing projects
I hold a position of authority and wealth, contrasting with those in lesser financial situations.
In the drive-thru, makin' bank deposits
I'm so financially secure that I'm casually depositing money even in the fast-food lane.
Crazy money, insane asylum
My finances are overwhelming, akin to wild and chaotic situations.
Boss Chase, got her taxes filed
I handle my business affairs responsibly, including financial obligations like taxes.
And then I blow the rest while I'm at Saks shopping
After managing my finances, I freely spend on luxury items at high-end stores.
Amsterdam, Germany and Holland
I travel to diverse and affluent places, signifying a global lifestyle.
Changing your currency to dollars
I'm converting international wealth into a familiar and more powerful form.
It's Iggy bitch, and this boss shit
I assert my identity and confidence in my role as a powerful figure.
Where the pounds at? no trending topic
I'm focused on accumulating wealth rather than seeking superficial fame.
All we really know a kid pimpin', all we do is get fly
We are defined by a flashy lifestyle and a knack for success.
VVS shine like the sun outside
Our riches gleam fiercely and are unmistakably evident.
Somebody tryna tell you Hustle Gang ain't gettin' to the money
People are misinformed about our financial prosperity.
Tell that nigga 'You a mothafuckin' lie'
Confront those false claims with strong retaliation.
Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'?
Challenge the accuracy of their statements.
Fuck you thought? Fuck you thought?
Express dismay over their naive assumptions about our success.
Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'?
Reconfirm the challenge to their credibility.
Fuck you taln' bout? Fuck you taln' 'bout?
Dismiss their rhetoric as trivial, questioning its seriousness.
Nigga hell you sayin'?
Persistently question the integrity of their statements.
We got them niggas over there dead
We've outperformed or defeated our competition significantly.
Coupe Benz, no roof, I'm without head
I drive luxurious cars with undeniable style and freedom.
New shoes, you ain't got this pair yet
I'm showcasing exclusive fashion that others cannot attain.
Your broad late, kinda on 'cause I had that
Someone’s partner is delayed because of a previous encounter with me.
She in the driveway, tryna fix her hair back
She is adjusting herself after a private interaction, hinting at intimacy.
I had a dick marathon and she ran that
I engaged in an extended encounter with her, alluding to sexual prowess.
Lapped that, after that, when her care better
After our encounter, she is now more relaxed and composed.
Killed her with the pole, then let her hang half mast
I left a strong impression, making her feel exhilarated and breathless.
Fuck them, I'm still hoppin' out of foreign cars
Regardless of what others say, I'm still living luxuriously.
I'm a born star and I'm a porn star
I have innate talent and charisma, a star in all regards.
I catch you slippin' with triggers and really hit a nigga
If you underestimate me, I'll take decisive action against you.
By myself, I ain't gotta go get a nigga
I'm independent and capable, not relying on others for support.
Trap Biggie, on track verbally killin' niggas
I draw inspiration from legendary talents, excelling in the rap game.
Sick flow, might need Penicillin, nigga
My lyrical skill is so infectious that it might cause jealousy or envy.
I do the impossible like I oughta do
I achieve remarkable feats that others deem unachievable.
And y'all pussy niggas smaller than a molecule
I view my adversaries as weak and insignificant.
Out!
I conclude my statement with a sense of finality and confidence.
I left my passport overseas
I'm so well-traveled that I've left my identification behind in exotic places.
Where it get dark after 3
Referencing nightlife, where activities intensify after hours.
Never leave the house 'less I'm awfully flee
I only venture out when I look exceptionally good and stylish.
Always leave the show with somethin' soft to squeeze
I ensure to have a romantic partner or admirer from events I attend.
Take a little dab of this, a little drag of this
Engaging in leisure activities like smoking or partying.
Then she reached down my pants, grabbed my shaggy dick
Suggesting intimate encounters and flirtation with a partner.
Left that mothafucka's home covered in my kids
After our time together, I’ve left a lasting impression, symbolizing dominance.
She bossy, get this grip, straight flossin'
She is confident, showcasing what she has to offer.
Smoke the piece with little coffee
Relaxing and enjoying simple pleasures alongside friends.
Fresh as hell, no coughin'
I remain stylish and composed in all situations.
I let her talk the shit
I allow her to express herself freely without interruption.
Leave the crib, can't walk for shit shit
Suggesting being unable to function properly after a reckless night.
Buck the dome, Milwaukee shit
Relating to partying hard and having a good time in a specific locale.
Mind so big, gettin' lost and shit
I have grand thoughts and ambitions that can overwhelm others.
Bossin', hit the club they hear caution
As a figure of authority, my presence demands attention and respect.
Drunk as hell feelin' nauseous
Indulging too much in celebration, leading to regret.
High as hell, hittin' commas
Enjoying intoxication while accumulating riches at the same time.
I'm raunchy, your niggas rock Givenchy
I'm wild and unapologetic in contrast to those who are more refined.
I ain't gotta say it, I ain't gotta wear it
My success speaks for itself, I don't need validation from material goods.
I ain't gotta pay it cause you know it don't cost me
I move through life with such confidence that I don’t feel pressure to spend.
All we really know a kid pimpin', all we do is get fly
Our lives revolve around luxury and maintaining a high status.
VVS shine like the sun outside
The brilliance of our assets and lifestyle is unmistakable.
Somebody tryna tell you Hustle Gang ain't gettin' to the money
There's talk suggesting we aren't as financially successful as we actually are.
Tell that nigga 'You a mothafuckin' lie'
Counter any false narratives with confidence.
Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'?
Continuing to challenge and question their dubious statements.
Fuck you thought? Fuck you thought?
Express disbelief towards their misguided assumptions.
Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'?
Persistently confronting any falsehoods being spread.
Fuck you taln' bout? Fuck you taln' 'bout?
Dismissive of their irrelevant commentary.
Nigga hell you sayin'?
Reaffirming the challenge to their credibility and truthfulness.
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Amethyst Amelia Kelly, Clifford Harris, D'Juan Montrel Hart, Jacques Webster
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@kendricklamar9573
2025! Hidden gem!
@kendricklamar9573
2022!
@rockyjeterwebb1718
Hustle Gang killed it on this record! Especially Iggy Azalea! It's 🔥!
@andrewcarson6925
YASSSSSSSSSS MY QUEEN IGGY AZALEA SLAYYYS EVERY TRACK SHE DROPS HATERS WILL POP YASSSSSSSSSS KEEP SLAYYING QUEEN IGGY CAN'T WAIT FOR HER EP THIS MONTH
@jakistewart-bb7cx
Haven't heard this since middle school 🥲
@tyronebiggumsakaduke4587
Forgot bout this n trav on this ☝🏽🔥🔥
@Alexandra-il8lr
We went from Boss Lady to this song 👏👏👏👏
@StayClear4321
VVS shine like the sun outside
@benmckee7672
This is badass!!!
@mtcristi03
Hoping for another IGGY x TRAVIS collab 🤞🏻