Fancy - Xavier Dunn

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 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

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

Slayin’these hoes, gold trigger on the 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, about to blow