Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fancy, artist - Iggy Azalea.
Date of issue: 31.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fancy |
First things first, I'm the realest |
Drop this and let the whole world feel it |
And I'm still in the Murda Bizness |
I can hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics |
You should want a bad bitch like this |
Drop it low and pick it up just like this |
Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris |
High heels, somethin' worth a half a ticket on my wrist |
Takin' all the liquor straight, never chase that |
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-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 |
And my flow retarded, they speak it, depart it |
Swagger on super, I can't shop at no department |
Better 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 '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 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, aow! |
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? |
And so good, he's just wishing he could bite it, huh? |
Never turn down nothing, slayin' these hoes |
Gold trigger on the gun like |
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) |