Fancy - Iggy Azalea&Charli XCX

First things 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 Murda Bizness

I can hold you down,

like I'm givin' lessons in physics

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 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 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

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

Ow!

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 that I bet you wishing you could clutch that

Just the way you like it, huh?

You're so good,

he's just wishing he could bite it, huh? (say what what?)

Never turn down money

Slaying 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

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

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

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