Fancy Bitch
Must think she own the world
So hot
Everybody's on the girl
You wanna be that bitch's friend
And hang out with the richest men
Broke bitches sing the blues cuz they know
They can't afford the shoes or the jewels
Bitch give me that!
How much you pay for that expensive bag?
Most guys just stop and stare
She's with her man, I don't care
I know you wanna fuck her player
You can dance
But don't touch the hair
She's got a lot of cash
Credit cards, a cocaine stash
Keys to the house, and the whip
Can't tell you shit cuz you the shit
You don't even know who you dancing with
She a fancy bitch (she a fancy bitch)
With all that fancy shit
Look at that fancy bitch (byatch!)
Look at that fancy bitch (hah!)
Look at that fancy bitch (okay!)
Look at that fancy bitch (ooh!)
With all that fancy shit (huh!)
Yeah she glowing
How the hell it's summer and it's snowing
Baby move it fast now we slowing
Gucci belt shine, got Versace shine blockers on
Girl go hard gotta live for the moment (bra!)
Every days a party and we pop it like a booty
Taking everything off but her jewelry
Yeah it's hot, the Jacuzzi
Got me gone, got the Louie
She Vuitton, mine is Chewy
We can swing, anything, she so moody
Yeah my life is like the movies she starring in it
And spin off, no competition, I been on the longest mission
We hit off and shot like a rocket straight to the top
We don't wanna listen
If anybody be talking, just positive thoughts
Intentions are pure like the MDMA
We kick it she like my sensei
She healing me
Call her Dende
She got me off, caliente
Cuz she so hot oh my God how much longer can I go?
Deep breath, then go back for more
You don't even know who you dancing with
She a fancy bitch (she a fancy bitch)
With all that fancy shit
Look at that fancy bitch (byatch!)
Look at that fancy bitch (hah!)
Look at that fancy bitch (okay!)
Look at that fancy bitch (ooh!)
With all that fancy shit (huh!)
You don't even know who you dancing with
She a fancy bitch (she a fancy bitch)
With all that fancy shit
Look at that fancy bitch (byatch!)
Look at that fancy bitch (hah!)
Look at that fancy bitch (okay!)
Look at that fancy bitch (ooh!)
With all that fancy shit (huh!)
So hot
Everybody's on the girl
You wanna be that bitch's friend
And hang out with the richest men
Broke bitches sing the blues cuz they know
They can't afford the shoes or the jewels
Bitch give me that!
How much you pay for that expensive bag?
Most guys just stop and stare
She's with her man, I don't care
I know you wanna fuck her player
You can dance
But don't touch the hair
She's got a lot of cash
Credit cards, a cocaine stash
Keys to the house, and the whip
Can't tell you shit cuz you the shit
You don't even know who you dancing with
She a fancy bitch (she a fancy bitch)
With all that fancy shit
Look at that fancy bitch (byatch!)
Look at that fancy bitch (hah!)
Look at that fancy bitch (okay!)
Look at that fancy bitch (ooh!)
With all that fancy shit (huh!)
Yeah she glowing
How the hell it's summer and it's snowing
Baby move it fast now we slowing
Gucci belt shine, got Versace shine blockers on
Girl go hard gotta live for the moment (bra!)
Every days a party and we pop it like a booty
Taking everything off but her jewelry
Yeah it's hot, the Jacuzzi
Got me gone, got the Louie
She Vuitton, mine is Chewy
We can swing, anything, she so moody
Yeah my life is like the movies she starring in it
And spin off, no competition, I been on the longest mission
We hit off and shot like a rocket straight to the top
We don't wanna listen
If anybody be talking, just positive thoughts
Intentions are pure like the MDMA
We kick it she like my sensei
She healing me
Call her Dende
She got me off, caliente
Cuz she so hot oh my God how much longer can I go?
Deep breath, then go back for more
You don't even know who you dancing with
She a fancy bitch (she a fancy bitch)
With all that fancy shit
Look at that fancy bitch (byatch!)
Look at that fancy bitch (hah!)
Look at that fancy bitch (okay!)
Look at that fancy bitch (ooh!)
With all that fancy shit (huh!)
You don't even know who you dancing with
She a fancy bitch (she a fancy bitch)
With all that fancy shit
Look at that fancy bitch (byatch!)
Look at that fancy bitch (hah!)
Look at that fancy bitch (okay!)
Look at that fancy bitch (ooh!)
With all that fancy shit (huh!)
Credits
Writer(s): Anno Domini Nation, Derrek Thomas Jensen, Todd Anthony Shaw
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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