Uno, dos, tres, cuatro
Iggy got the sauce, come and taste it in the kitchen
Look inside my heart, bet you can't find any feelings
Hit it all night, got no time for intermission
Fall in love, I'm a drug, you might need an intervention
Men inside my mentions shoot they shot but they keep missin'
Take me on vacation, fuck you think? You must be trippin'
All my haters got 'em shakin' in my presence like it's Christmas
Put a mistletoe above my ass for you to kiss it
Now, is that right?
Ho, is that right?