Iggy Azalea

Fancy (feat. Charli XCX)

Lyrics

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 could hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics (right), right

You should want a bad - like this (huh?)
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)

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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 LA to Tokyo
I'm so fancy, can't you taste this gold?
Remember my name, 'bout to blow-oh-oh-oh

I said, "Baby, I do this, I thought that you knew this"
Can't stand no haters, and honest, the truth is
That my flow -, each beat dear, departed
Swagger on stupid, I can't shop in no department

And get my money on time, if it ain't 'bout money, decline
And swear I meant that there so much that I give that line a rewind
Said I get my money on time, if it ain't 'bout 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 LA to Tokyo
I'm so fancy, can't you taste this gold?
Remember my name, 'bout to blow-oh-oh-oh

Trash the hotel, let's get drunk on the minibar
Make the phone call, feels so good gettin' what I want
Yeah, keep on turnin' it up, chandelier swingin', we don't give a -
Film star, yeah, I'm deluxe, classic, expensive, you don't get to touch, ow!

(Racks) still stunting, how you love that?
Got the whole world asking how I does that (cool)
Hot girl, hands off, don't touch that (ooh)
Look at it, I bet you wishing you could clutch that

(Tracks) that's just the way you like it, huh?
You so good, he just wishin' he could bite it, huh? (Say what?)
Never turn down nothin'
Slayin' these -, gold trigger on the - 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-oh-oh-oh

Wh-wh-who that, who that? I-G-G-Y, that do that, do that, I-I-G-G-Y (what)
Who that, who that? I-I-G-G-Y (blow-oh-oh-oh)
Wh-wh-who that? I-G-G-Y, that do that, do that, I-I-G-G-Y (what)
Who that, who that? I-I-G-G-Y (blow-oh-oh-oh)

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