Fancy

Fancy - Look Up The Billboard

Lyrics by：A.Kelly/C.Aitchison/G.Astasio/J.Pebworth/J.Shave/J.Turner

Composed by：A.Kelly/C.Aitchison/G.Astasio/J.Pebworth/J.Shave/J.Turner

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 b***h 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

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 they got 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 they got 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 f**k

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 it I bet you wishing you could clutch that

That's just the way you like it huh

It's so good he just wishing he could bite it huh

Never turn down nothing

Slayin' these h*es 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

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