Fancy - Dabin & Apashe Remix

First thing first I'm the realest (realest)
Drop this and let the whole world feel it (let them feel it)
And I'm still in the murda bizness
I can hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons 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 L.A to Tokyo
I'm so fancy
Can't you taste this gold?
Remember my name, about 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 won't have enough
I'm in the fast lane, from L.A to Tokyo
I'm so fancy
Can't you taste this gold?
Remember my name, about to blow

Trash the hotel
Let's get drunk on the mini bar
Make the phone call
Feels so good getting what I want
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

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 nothing, slaying these hoes
Gold trigger on the gun like that

I'm so fancy
You won't have enough
I'm in the fast lane, from L.A to Tokyo
I'm so fancy
Can't you taste this gold?
Remember my name, about to blow

Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y
That do that, do that, I-G-G-Y
Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y
(Blow.)