Iggy Azalea - Fancy (feat. Charli XCX) Lirik Lagu

First thing's 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 BiznessI could 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 CrisHigh 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 fancyYou already knowI'm in the fast laneFrom L.A. to TokyoI'm so fancyCan'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 isAnd my flow retarded, each beat did depart itSwagger on stupid, I can't shop in no departmentTo get my money on time, if they not money, declineAnd swear I meant that there so much that they give that line a rewindSo get my money on time, if they not money, declineI just can't worry 'bout no haters, gotta stay on my grindNow tell me, who that, who that? That do that, do that?Put that paper over all, I thought you knew that, knew thatI be the I-G-G-Y, put my name in boldI been working, I'm up in here with some change to throw
I'm so fancyYou already knowI'm in the fast laneFrom L.A. to TokyoI'm so fancyCan't you taste this gold?Remember my name'Bout to blow
Trash the hotelLet's get drunk on the mini barMake the phone callFeels so good getting what I wantYeah, keep on turning it upChandelier swinging, we don't give a fuckFilm star, yeah I'm deluxeClassic, expensive, you don't get to touchOw
Still stuntin', how you love that?Got the whole world asking how I does thatHot girl, hands off, don't touch thatLook at it I bet you wishing you could clutch thatIt's just the way you like it, huh?You so good, he's just wishing he could bite it, huh?Never turn down nothin'Slaying these hoes, gold trigger on the gun like
I'm so fancyYou already knowI'm in the fast laneFrom L.A. to TokyoI'm so fancyCan't you taste this gold?Remember my name'Bout to blow
Who that, who that, I-G-G-YThat do that, do that, I-I-G-G-YWho that, who that, I-I-I-G-G-YBlowWho-who-who-who that, who that, I-G-G-YThat do that, do that, I-I-G-G-YWho that, who that, I-I-I-G-G-YAbout to blow