Fancy (feat. Iggy Azalea)

Charli xcx

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    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 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 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 LA to Tokyo
    I'm so fancy
    Can't you taste this gold?
    Remember my name, 'bout to blow-wow-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 it ain't 'bout 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 it ain't 'bout 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 workin', I'm up in here 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-wow-oh-oh

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    Trash the hotel
    Let's get drunk on the minibar
    Make the phone call
    Feels so good gettin' what I want
    Yeah, keep on turnin' it up
    Chandelier swingin', we don't give a fuck
    Film star, yeah, I'm deluxe
    Classic, expensive, you don't get to touch, ow

    (Facts) still stuntin', how you love that?
    Got the whole world askin' how I does that (ooh)
    Hot girl, hands off, don't touch that (ooh)
    Look at it, I bet you wishin' you could clutch that
    That's just the way you like it, huh?
    It's so good, he just wishin' he could bite it, huh? (Say what?)
    Never turn down nothin', slayin' these hoes
    Gold trigger on the gun like

    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-wow-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-wow-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-wow-oh-oh)

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    Composición: Orson, Jason Pebworth, Jon Shave, Charli Xcx, Kurtis Isaac Mckenzie, Iggy Azalea y Skeme

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