Fancy Lyrics

First things first, I'm the realest
Drop this and let the whole world feel it
And I'm still in the murder business
I can hold you down like I'm giving lessons in physics
You should want a bad bitch like this
Drop it low and pick it up just like this
Cope an ace, cop a goose, cop a crisp
I hear something worth having ticking on my wrist
Taking all the liquor straight, never chase that
That rooftop like we bringing 88 back
Bring the hood scene where the bass at
Champagne spilling, you should taste that
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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

I said baby, I do this, I throw that, you knew this
Can't stand no haters and honest, the truth is
That my flow retarded, this bitch be departed
Swagger on super, I can't shop in no department
Get my money on time, if don't got money, don't climb
Swear I meant that line so much had to get that line a rewind
Get my money on time, if don't got money, don't climb
I just can't worry about 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 IGGY, put my name and ball
I been working on my penny 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

Trashed 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 is swinging, we don't give a fuck
Film star, yeah, '
Classic, expensive, you don't get to touch

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