Iggy Azalea feat. Charli XCX – Fancy

Fancy lyrics

First thing 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’ lesson 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 LA 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 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 LA 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 minibar

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

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 money

Slayin’ these hoes

Gold trigger on the gun like

I’m so fancy

You already know

I’m in the fast lane

From LA 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-I-G-G-Y

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-I-G-G-Y

Blow