Lyrics:

Listen to this jam, show em what you got
Inbox, fresh

First things first, Im the realest (realest)
Drop this and let the whole world feel it (let em feel it)
And Im still in the Murda Bizness
I can hold you down, like Im givin lessons in physics (right)
You should want a bad bitch like this (ha)
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

Im so fancy
You already know
Im in the fast lane
From L.A. to Tokyo
Im so fancy
Cant you taste this gold
Remember my name, bout to blow

I said baby, I do this, I thought that, you knew this
Cant stand no haters and honest, the truth is
And my flow retarded, they speak it, depart it
Swagger on super, I cant 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 cant 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 working, Im up in here with some change to throw

Im so fancy
You already know
Im in the fast lane
From L.A. to Tokyo
Im so fancy
Cant you taste this gold
Remember my name, bout to blow

Trash the hotel
Lets get drunk on the mini bar
Make the phone call
Feels so good getting what I want, yeah
Keep on turning it up
Chandelier swinging, we dont give a fuck
Film star, yeah Im deluxe
Classic, expensive, you dont get to touch, ow

Still stunting, how you love that
Got the whole world asking how I does that
Hot girl, hands off, dont touch that
Look at that I bet you wishing you could clutch that
Just the way you like it, huh?
Youre so good, hes just wishing he could bite it, huh? (say what what?)
Never turn down money
Slaying these hoes, gold trigger on the gun like

Im so fancy
You already know
Im in the fast lane
From L.A. to Tokyo
Im so fancy
Cant 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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