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Fancy

de Iggy Azalea

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 givin' 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, 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 fancy
You already know
I'm in the fast lane
From LA to Tokyo
I'm so fancy
Can't you taste this gold?
Remember my name, 'bout to blow-wow-oh-oh

I said, baby, I do this, I thought that you knew this
Can't stand no haters and, honest, the truth is
That my flow retarded, each beat, dear, departed
Swagger on stupid, I can't shop in no department
And get my money on time, if it ain't 'bout money, decline
And swear I meant that there so much that I give that line a rewind
Said I get my money on time, if it ain't 'bout 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 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 LA to Tokyo
I'm so fancy
Can't you taste this gold?
Remember my name, 'bout to blow-wow-oh-oh

Trash the hotel
Let's get drunk on the minibar
Make the phone call
Feels so good gettin' what I want
Yeah, keep on turnin' it up
Chandelier swingin', we don't give a fuck
Film star, yeah, I'm deluxe
Classic, expensive, you don't get to touch, ow

(Facts) still stuntin', how you love that?
Got the whole world askin' how I does that (ooh)
Hot girl, hands off, don't touch that (ooh)
Look at it, I bet you wishin' you could clutch that
That's just the way you like it, huh?
It's so good, he just wishin' he could bite it, huh? (Say what?)
Never turn down nothin', slayin' these hoes
Gold trigger on the gun like

I'm so fancy
You already know
I'm in the fast lane
From LA to Tokyo
I'm so fancy
Can't you taste this gold?
Remember my name, 'bout to blow-wow-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-wow-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-wow-oh-oh)

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