Fancy(song) by Iggy Azalea

1. Fancy by Iggy Azalea

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   Artist: Iggy Azalea

   Album: The New Classic

   Released: 2014

4. Song Lyrics

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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)

   You should want a bad bitch like this (ha)

   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 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, 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

   
   

   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 you love that

   Got the whole world asking how I does that

   Hot 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? (say what what?)

   Never turn down money

   Slaying 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, 'bout to blow

   
   

   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)

   
   

   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)

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