Iggy Azalea Fancy Lyrics

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

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)
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

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 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 on the mini bar
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 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 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

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)

Tweet

Keywords

These are the Iggy Azalea Fancy lyrics. Listen to this jam, show 'em what you got Inbox, freshFirst 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. All lyrics for Iggy Azalea Fancy are from the official song.

Top 20 Lyrics

» Mark Ronson Uptown Funk Lyrics
» Hozier Take Me To Church Lyrics
» Ed Sheeran Thinking Out Loud Lyrics
» Sam Smith I'm Not The Only One Lyrics
» Kygo Firestone Lyrics
» Calvin Harris Outside Lyrics
» Omi Cheerleader - Felix Jaehn Remix Radio Edit Lyrics
» Flo Rida GDFR (feat. Sage The Gemini and Lookas) Lyrics
» Ariana Grande Love Me Harder Lyrics
» Sam Smith Stay With Me Lyrics
» Calvin Harris Blame Lyrics
» David Guetta Dangerous (feat. Sam Martin) Lyrics
» Sia Chandelier Lyrics
» Meghan Trainor Lips Are Movin Lyrics
» Meghan Trainor All About That Bass Lyrics
» Alesso Heroes (we could be) Lyrics
» Maroon 5 Animals Lyrics
» Jessie J Bang Bang Lyrics
» Beyoncé 7/11 Lyrics
» Ellie Goulding Love Me Like You Do - From "Fifty Shades Of Grey" Lyrics
» Ariana Grande Break Free Lyrics

Music Video

Recent Lyrics

"Iggy Azalea Fancy" lyrics are property and copyright of their owners.
"Iggy Azalea Fancy" lyrics provided for educational purposes and personal use only.
Copyright © 2014 xiLyrics.com