Fancy

Bad bad bad bad bad
Bad bad bad bad bad
Oouuuuu
Bad lil mama but you classy
It ain't hard to tell that you Fancy
If you really wit it don't be cappin
Fly you somewhere distant where it's sandy
I can tell you want it girl you nasty
Chanel all on ya body yea you fancy
Give you anything if you ask me
Already got u dripping thru ya panties

Yea you know the vibes when I walk in
What was all that shit that you was talking
Energy be crazy when we fucking
I swear I can't get enough

Got damn
Girl you kno u bad
5 foot 7... sign of a sagg

I'm tryna be wherever your plans be
Send a text to call so I kno u man free
It's time to drink pour up celebration in order
Just finished paying tuition... for one of your daughters

You a lawyer you recently beat a case
6'1 in heels we eye to eye when we face to face
Bottles of ace on ice Nights we never forget
Life is short let's live trust me you'll never regret it
Grown women own space ain't got time for the headaches
Killing all the competition someone call a medic

Looking like a star
Call u Hollywood
Favorite cars a Benz
Bar hopping with your friends
You and your girls
Yeah the crew popping
Looking like some fallen angels
Gotta check yA angels
I'm just shooting my shot
Like you was meant for me
Grown woman
That's what I like to see
Business minded
Sarah j Parker flo
About her money
Oprah
Wen it comes to the dough

She cracked a smile
If looks could kill
She's be on trail
Waste trainer and fit teas
Gym life that's all that she needs

1st class flyest when it comes to the seats
Chanel bags and shoes when it comes to the feet
Open toes in the sand when it comes to the beach
Intimated the other guys she outta reach
Reals ones still exists
The words that she preach
Got the swag of sacks fifth
But from the streets

Yea you from the streets but you made it
Upper echelon Birkin baby
You can have it all if you name it
Plus you got ya own girl you fancy
You gon fuck around and meet the family
We can go half on a baby
I don't think you niggas understand me
She the real definition of a lady
She the real definition

Bad lil mama but you classy
It ain't hard to tell that you Fancy
If you really wit it don't be cappin
Fly you somewhere distant where it's sandy
I can tell you want it girl you nasty
Chanel all on ya body yea you fancy
Give you anything if you ask me
Already got u dripping thru ya panties

Yea you know the vibes when I walk in
What was all that shit that you was talking
Energy be crazy when we fucking
I swear I can't get enough
I swear I can't get enough
I swear I can't get enough
I swear I can't get enough



Credits
Writer(s): Kenneth Thomas
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