Fancy

I'm so fancy

You already know

I'm in the fastlane

From L. A. to Tokyo

I'm so fancy

Can't you taste this gold?

Remember my name

'Bout to blow

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' lessons in physics

You should want a bad ***** like this

Drop it low and pick it up just like this

Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris

High heels, something worth a half 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 fastlane

From L. A. 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"

I 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 that, who that?

That do that, do that

Put that paper over all

I thought you knew that, knew that

I be the M-A-D-D-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 fastlane

From L. A. to Tokyo

I'm so fancy

Can't you taste this gold?

Remember my name

'Bout to blow

Crashed the hotel

We party on to the breaking dawn

Make the phone call

Feels so good getting what I want

Yeah, keep on turning it up

Chadelier's swinging, we don't give a war

Film star, yeah, I'm deluxe

Classic, expensive, you don't get to touch

I'm so fancy

You already know

I'm in the fastlane

From L. A. to Tokyo!

I'm so fancy

Can't you taste this gold?

Remember my name

'Bout to blow