Fancy (feat. Brooke Adee)

First thing's first, I'm the realest (realest)

Drop this and let the whole world feel it (let them feel it)

And I'm still in the Swagga Bizness

I can hold it down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics (right, right)

You should want a rad boy like this (huh?)

Drop a hit and serve it up just like this (yeah)

Full of grace, full of truth, full of hits

why chill, workin but no half a ticket on my wrist (on my wrist)

Let the fame and money wait, never chase that (never)

Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back (what?)

Bring the hooks in, where the bass at?

Campaign killin', homie can't erase 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 is just started, each beat did depart it

Swagger on super, I can't shop at no department

To get my rhyming on time, that deal ain't right then, decline

And man I meant that there so much that they give that line a rewind

So get my rhyming on time, that deal ain't right then, 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?

Never put that paper over all, I thought you knew that, knew that

I be that M-A-T-T-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

Who dat? Who dat? M-A-T-T-Y

That do dat? Do dat? M-A-T-T-Y

Who dat? Who dat? M-A-T-T-Y

Bout to blow!

Who dat? Who dat? M-A-T-T-Y

That do dat? Do dat? M-A-T-T-Y

Who dat? Who dat? M-A-T-T-Y

Bout to blow!