Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fancy, artist - Xavier Dunn. Album song BIMYOU, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 01.02.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 1825
Song language: English
Fancy |
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, about 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, they speaked 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 dat, who dat? |
That do that, do that |
Put that paper over all, I thought you knew that, knew that |
I be the 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 L. A to Tokyo |
I’m so fancy |
Can’t you taste this gold? |
Remember my name, about to blow |
Trash the hotel |
Let’s get drunk on the mini bar |
Make the phone call |
Feels so good getting what I want |
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 |
Still stunting, how you love that |
Got the whole world asking how I does that |
Hi girl, hands off, don’t touch that |
Look at that I bet you wishing you could clutch that |
Just the way you like it, huh? |
You’re so good, he’s just wishing he could bite it, huh? |
Never turn down nothing |
Slayin’these hoes, gold 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, about to blow |