Fancy (feat. Charli XCX)

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 you down, like I'm giving lessons in physics (right, right?)

You should want a bad bitch like this (huh?)

Drop it low and pick it up just like this (yeah)

Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris

High heels, something worth a half a ticket on my wrist (on my wrist)

Taking all the liquor straight, never chase that (never)

Rooftop like we bringing '88 back (what?)

Bring the hooks in, where the bass at?

Champagne spilling, 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, each beat dear, departed

Swagger on stupid, 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 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, 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?

You so good, he's just wishing he could bite it, huh?

Never turn down nothing

Slayin' 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

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)