Iggy Azalea

Iggy Azalea - Fancy

rate me

First things first, I’m the realest

Drop this and let the whole world feel it

And I’m still in the murder business

I can hold you down like I’m giving lessons in physics

You should want a bad bitch like this

Drop it low and pick it up just like this

Cup a ace, cup a goose, cup a cris

High heels, somethin' worth half a ticking on my wrist

Taking all the liquor straight, never chase that (never)

Rooftop like we bringin' 88 back

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, each beat did departed

Swagger on super, I can’t shop in no department

And to 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 about 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 ya love that?

Got that 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?

You're so good, he just wishing he could bit it huh?

Never turn down money

Slaying these hoes go 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-I-G-G-Y

Who that? who that? I-I-I-G-G-Y

(Blow..)

Who that?, who that? I-G-G-Y

That do that?, do that? I-I-G-G-Y

Who that? who that? I-I-I-G-G-Y

(Blow..)

Thanks to alondra for correcting these lyrics

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