Iggy Azalea – “Not Important” [Audio, Lyrics]

Throwback to Iggy Azalea’s “Not Important” track produced by J. White Did It. Listen, read the lyrics, buy the song.

Iggy Azalea Not Important

Iggy Azalea – Not Important (prod. J. White Did It)

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We are not the same
Joke’s on you, Damon Wayans
Pussy so sweet, candy cane
40-inch mane, nails lookin’ like purple rain
I’ll be in the back screamin’, “Money ain’t a thing”
You be in the front lookin’ bummy, you a lame
You broke, crashed on me, it’s a shame
Hold up, I think I’ve seen this before
No bags when he leave out the store
Hold up, I think I’ve seen this before
Gucci belt, but he sleep on the floor

[Chorus]
Every night, you need a new alibi
I see right through your disguise
This ain’t what you advertise
Goodbye
You not important
No doubt, I can’t endorse it
Slow down, ain’t gotta force it
Keep tryna paint that portrait
Know this, you not important

[Post-Chorus]
Broke bitch, yeah, I know ’bout you
Fake rich, yeah, I know ’bout you (You not important)
Don’t lie, yeah, I know ’bout you
Oh my, yeah, I know ’bout you

[Verse 2]
You-you are not me
Pockets ain’t greased, Sandra Dee
Dubai on a shopping spree
First class seat
Had to catch a wave overseas
You tellin’ true lies, I ain’t Jamie Lee
You gotta pay the fee
Hold up, you took a swing and you missed
Outside ’cause you ain’t on the list
Hold up, I see that thing on your wrist
Real Presi’s ain’t supposed to tick, bitch

[Chorus]
Every night, you need a new alibi
I see right through your disguise
This ain’t what you advertise
Goodbye
You not important
No doubt, I can’t endorse it
Slow down, ain’t gotta force it
Keep tryna paint that portrait
Know this, you not important

[Post-Chorus]
Broke bitch, yeah, I know ’bout you
Fake rich, yeah, I know ’bout you (You not important)
Don’t lie, yeah, I know ’bout you
Oh my, yeah, I know ’bout you

[Bridge]
Ya’ll don’t call the shots that I do
All y’all birdies fly to my coupe
Won’t stop chirpin’ ’bout what I do
Y’all ain’t worthy, bow to my shoes
Ya’ll don’t call the shots that I do
All y’all birdies fly to my coupe
Won’t stop chirpin’ ’bout what I do
Y’all ain’t worthy, bow to my shoes

[Outro]
Broke bitch, yeah, I know ’bout you
Fake rich, yeah, I know ’bout you
Don’t lie, yeah, I know ’bout you
Oh my, yeah, I know ’bout you