Fancy

Lyricist: JONATHAN SHAVE, AMETHYST AMELIA KELLY, CHARLOTTE AITCHISON, JOHN TURNER, JASON PEBWORTH, GEORGE ASTA    Composer: JONATHAN SHAVE, AMETHYST AMELIA KELLY, CHARLOTTE AITCHISON, JOHN TURNER, JASON PEBWORTH, GEORGE ASTA

First things first, I'm the realest, drop this and let the whole world feel it
And I'm still in the murder business, I can hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics
You should want a bad bitch like this, drop it low and pick it up just like this
Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris, high heels, somethin' worth a half a ticket on my wrist
Takin' all the liquor straight, never chase that rooftop like we bringin' '88 back
Bring the hooks in, where the bass at? Champagne spillin', you should taste that

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

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, they speak it, depart it, swagger on super, I can't shop at no department
Better 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 that I-G-G-Y, put my name in bold, I been working, I'm up in here with some change to throw

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

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

Still stunting, how you love that, got the whole world asking how I does that
Hot girl, hands off, don't touch that, look at that I bet you wishing you could clutch that
Just the way you like it, huh? You're so good, he's just wishing he could bite it, huh?
Never turn down money, slaying these hoes, gold trigger on the gun like

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

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

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