Iggy Azalea, Charli XCX — Fancy
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First things first, I’m the realest
Drop this and let the whole world feel it
And I’m still in the Murda Bizness
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-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
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-oh-oh-oh
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, aow!
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 it, I bet you wishing you could clutch that
That’s just the way you like it, huh?
And so good, he’s just wishing he could bite it, huh?
Never turn down nothing, slayin’ these hoes
Gold trigger on the gun like
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-oh-oh-oh)
