Fancy

(album: The Cover Games, Vol. 1 - 2014)

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

2, 3, 4

First thing's first, I'm the realest
Drop this and let the whole world feel it
And I'm still in the Murda Bizness
I could hold you down, like I'm giving lessons in physics
So if you wanna bad chick like this
Drop it low and pick it up just like this yeah
Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris
High heels, something worth a half a ticket on your wrist
Taking all straight, never chase that
Rooftop like we bringing '88 back
Bring the hook in where the bass at
Champagne spilling, 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."
I can't stand no haters and honest, the truth is
And my flow's hypnotic, you speak it, depart it
Swagger on a super, I can't shop at no department
And get my money on time, you ain't got money, decline
I swear I meant that there so much that they give that line everyone
So get my money on time, you ain't got money, decline
I just can't worry 'bout no haters, gotta stay on my grind
Now tell me, who that, who that? Who do that, do that?
Put that paper over all, I thought you knew that, knew that
I be the M-A-D-D-Y, put my name in bold
I been working 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

Crash the hotel
We bloody on to the veggie diner
Make the phone call
Feels so good getting what I want
Yeah, keep on turning it up
Chandelier swinging, we don't give a word
Film star, yeah I'm deluxe
Classic, expensive, you don't get to touch

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