April 3, 2016Fixed by mama 

Lyrics

First things first, I'm the realest (Realest)
Drop this and let the whole world feel it (Let 'em feel it)
And I'm still in the Murda Bizness
I can hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics (Right, right?)
You should wanna a bad bitch like this (Huh?)
Drop it low and pick it up just like this (Yeah)
Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris
High heels, somethin' worth a half a ticket on my wrist (On my wrist)
Takin' all the liquor straight, never chase that (Never)
Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back (What?)
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

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 speak 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 that 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 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 gettin' what I want

Yeah, keep on turnin' it up
Chandelier swingin' we don't give a fck
Film star, yeah I'm deluxe
Classic, expensive, you don't get to touch, ow!

Still stuntin' how you love that?
Got the whole world askin' how I does that
Hot girl, hands off, don't touch that
Look at that I bet you wishin' you could clutch that
That's just the way you like it, huh?
You're so good, he's just wishin' he could bite it, huh?
Never turn down money
Slayin' these hoes gold trigger on a gun like

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
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)
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)

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