Crosby, Stills & Nash - Fancy lyrics

First thing's first, I'm the realest Drop this and let the whole world feel it And I'm still in the Murda Bizness I could hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics, right You should want a bad chick like this, huh? Drop it low and pick it up just like this, huh? Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris High heels, somethin' worth a half a ticket on my wrist Takin' all the liquor straight, never chase that Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back Bring the hooks in, where the ba** 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 My flow just started, they speak it depart it Swagger on super, I can't shop at no department Get my money on time, if they not money, decline I meant that there so much that they give that line a rewind Get my money on time, if they not money, decline Can't worry 'bout no haters, gotta stay on my grind Now who that, who that? That do that, do that? Paper over all, I thought you knew that, knew that I be the 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 what Film star, yeah I'm deluxe Cla**ic, expensive, you don't get to touch Ow 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