Fancy

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 bizness
I can hold it down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics (right, right)
You should want a bad bitch like this (huh)
Drop it low, pick it up, just like this (yeah)

Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris
High heels, somethin' worth a half-a-ticket on my wrist (on my wrist)
Takin' all that 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 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-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

I said baby, I do this, I thought that you knew this

Can't stand no haters and honest, the truth is
I'm outflow, retarded, they speakin' to party

Swagger on stupid, I catch up in no department
I get my money on time, if they got money, decline
I swear I meant that there so much that I give the 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 dat, who dat, 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've been workin', 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-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Trash the hotel
Let's get drunk on the minibar
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

Still stuntin', how you love that?
Got the whole world askin' how I does that (huh?)
Hot girl, hands off, don't touch that (huh?)
Look at that, I bet you wish that you could clutch that
It's just the way you like it, huh?
You so good, he just wishin' he could bite it, huh? (right, right)
Never turn down nothin'
Tellin' 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-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Who-who-who-who-who dat, who dat? I-G-G-Y
That do that, do that, I-I-G-G-Y
Who dat, who dat? I-I-I-G-G-Y
'Bout to blow-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Who-who-who-who-who dat, who dat? I-G-G-Y
That do that, do that, I-I-G-G-Y
Who dat, who dat? I-I-I-G-G-Y
'Bout to blow-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh