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Cimorelli
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Fancy
First thing's first, I'm the realest (realest) Drop this and let the whole world feel it (let them feel it) And I'm still in the bizness I can hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics (right) Yeah, you want a check like this Turn it up, pick it up, just like this (like this)
Couple months, I'll be cranking out hits High heels, something worth a half a ticket on my wrist (on my wrist) Always give it to them straight, never chase that (never) Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back (what?) Bring the hook in, where the bass at? First class feelin', you should taste that
(Amy) 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 the hardest, each beat did depart it Swagger on stupid, I can't shop at no department To get my money on time If they not money, decline And swear I meant that there's 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? They do that, do that? I 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 on my bizness, with some change to throw
(Katherine) I'm so fancy You already know I'm in the fast lane From L.A. to Tokyo
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I'm so fancy Can't you taste this gold? Remember my name 'Bout to blow
(Christina) Crash the hotel Just can't help that I want it all Make the phone call Feels so good getting what I want Yeah, keep on turning it up Chandelier swinging, we don't give a Big star, yeah I'm deluxe Classic, expensive, you can't get enough Ow
(Dani) Still stunnin', how you love that Got the whole world asking how I does that Work hard, hands off, can't touch this Living life so good Yeah, I love this
(Lauren) It's just the way I like it, yeah High life, private jets, and a pilot, yeah Yeah, I'm always getting money Got the whole world asking how I does it, 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-I-G-G-Y Who that, who that, I-I-G-G-Y
Blow
Who-who-who that, who that, I-G-G-Y That do that, do that, I-I-G-G-Y Who that, who that, I-I-G-G-Y About to blow
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