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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 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 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-oh-oh-oh 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, each beat dear, departed Swagger on stupid, I can't shop at no department And get my money on time, if they not money, decline And swear I meant that there so much that I give that line a rewind Said I 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-oh-oh-oh Trash the hotel Let's get drunk on the minibar Make the phone call Feels so good getting what I want Yeah, 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, ow Still stunting, how you love that? Got the whole world asking how I does that Hot girl, hands off, don't touch that Look at it, I bet you wishing you could clutch that That's just the way you like it, huh? It's so good, he's just wishing he could bite it, huh? Never turn down nothin' Slaying 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, 'bout to blow-oh-oh-oh 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-oh-oh-oh) 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-oh-oh-oh)
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Song Info
Release Year
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Genres
Hip-Hop
Pop
Rap
Moods
Cool
Fun
Relaxed
Sexy
Vocals
Female