Fancy (feat. Charli XCX)
Artist: Iggy Azalea
Album: Reclassified
Genre: Hip-Hop/Rap
Release Year: 2014
First things first, I'm the realest (realest)Drop this and let the whole world feel it (let 'em feel it)And I'm still in the Murda BiznessI can hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics (right, right?)You should want a bad bitch like this (ha?)Drop it low and pick it up just like this (yeah)Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of CrisHigh 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
I'm so fancyYou already knowI'm in the fast laneFrom L.A. to TokyoI'm so fancyCan't you taste this gold?Remember my name, 'bout to blow-oh-oh-oh
I said, baby, I do this, I thought that you knew thisCan't stand no haters and honest, the truth isAnd my flow retarded, each beat dear, departedSwagger on stupid, I can't shop at no departmentAnd get my money on time, if they not money, declineAnd swear I meant that there so much that I give that line a rewindSaid I get my money on time, if they not money, declineI just can't worry 'bout no haters, gotta stay on my grindNow tell me, who that, who that?That do that, do that?Put that paper over all, I thought you knew that, knew thatI be that I-G-G-Y, put my name in boldI been working, I'm up in here with some change to throw
I'm so fancyYou already knowI'm in the fast laneFrom L.A. to TokyoI'm so fancyCan't you taste this gold?Remember my name, 'bout to blow-oh-oh-oh
Trash the hotelLet's get drunk on the minibarMake the phone callFeels so good getting what I wantYeah, keep on turning it upChandelier swinging, we don't give a fuckFilm star, yeah, I'm deluxeClassic, expensive, you don't get to touch, ow
Still stunting, how you love that?Got the whole world asking how I does thatHot girl, hands off, don't touch thatLook at it, I bet you wishing you could clutch thatThat's just the way you like it, huh?It's so good, he's just wishing he could bite it, huh? Never turn down nothin'Slaying these hoes, gold trigger on the gun like
I'm so fancyYou already knowI'm in the fast laneFrom L.A. to TokyoI'm so fancyCan't you taste this gold?Remember my name, 'bout to blow-oh-oh-oh
Who that, who that, I-G-G-YThat do that, do that, I-G-G-YWho that, who that, I-G-G-Y(Blow-oh-oh-oh)
Who that, who that, I-G-G-YThat do that, do that, I-G-G-YWho that, who that, I-G-G-Y(Blow-oh-oh-oh)
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