Fancy (Originally by Iggy Azalea feat. Charli XCX)

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, 'bout to blow

First things 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, 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, 'bout 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 fu

Film star, yeah I’m deluxe

Classic, expensive, you don't get to touch

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 fu

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 fast lane

From L.A. to Tokyo

I'm so fancy

Can't you taste this gold

Remember my name, 'bout to blow

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