Fancy - Iggy Azalea,Charli XCX,Wiley [Lyric Version] 🧉 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 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, 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 fuck
Film star, yeah, I’m deluxe
Classic, expensive, you don't get to touch, ow
I've been living faster than a Porsche
Repping London, yeah I'm carrying the torch
I've been building up a solid time
When I'm into you
Making sure my niggas visit
Like I sent them all a VO
All I know is bad bitches
Who get their row money
Watch'll roll on me, wrists getting toned honey
She's so fancy always shopping 'till she dropping
Turning down for what
I tell the people I ain't stopping
This is King and Queen shit
Call it royalty
When I'm gone my fam
Will still be collecting royalties
It's a problem
Yeah, the turn up is real
I tell my lawyer brother
Turn up the deal
Watch the fans all going crazy
When I turn up with meals
Gonna get that reload off
That reload get them reloads some reels
Gonna get that kush, don't want that push
I'm only dealing with berries
Gotta shout to homegirl Iggy
Cause she's here like a cherry
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