Lyrics Fancy - Cimorelli

Fancy

And I’m still in the bizness
I can hold you down, like I’m givin' lessons in physics (right)
Yeah, you want a check like this
Turn it up, pick it up, just like this (like this)
Couple months, I’ll be cranking out hits
High heels, something worth a half a ticket on my wrist (on my wrist)
Always give it to them straight, never chase that (never)
Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back (what?)
Bring the hook in, where the bass at?
First class feelin', you should taste that
(Amy) 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 the hardest, each beat did depart it
Swagger on stupid, I can’t shop at no department
To get my money on time
If they not money, decline
And swear I meant that there’s 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?
They do that, do that?
I 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 on my bizness, with some change to throw
(Katherine) 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
(Christina) Crash the hotel
Just can’t help that I want it all
Make the phone call
Feels so good getting what I want
Yeah, keep on turning it up
Chandelier swinging, we don’t give a
Big star, yeah I’m deluxe
Classic, expensive, you can’t get enough
Ow
(Dani) Still stunnin', how you love that
Got the whole world asking how I does that
Work hard, hands off, can’t touch this
Living life so good
Yeah, I love this
(Lauren) It’s just the way I like it, yeah
High life, private jets, and a pilot, yeah
Yeah, I’m always getting money
Got the whole world asking how I does it, 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-G-G-Y
Blow
Who-who-who that, who that, I-G-G-Y
That do that, do that, I-I-G-G-Y
Who that, who that, I-I-G-G-Y
About to blow