First things first Im the realist(realist)
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 giving lessons in physics(right)
You should wanna bad b- like this (ha)
Drop it low and pick it up just like this(yeah)
Cup of Ace, cup of Groose, 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
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 retarted, 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 working, 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 at the mini bar
Make the phone call
Feels so getting what I want
Yeah, keep on turning it up
Chandelier swinging, we don't give a f-
Flim star, yeah I'm deluxe
Classic, expensive, you don't get to touch ow
Still stunting, how you love that
Got whole world asking how I does that
Hot 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?(say what what?)
Never turn down money
Slaying these h-,gold trigger on the gold like
I'm so fancy
You already know
I'm on 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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