Iggy Azalea – Fancy ft Charli XCX

Download another hot clean free mp3 audio song lyrics meaning by Iggy Azalea and this music is titled “Fancy ft. Charli XCX”.

Actually this amazing music is popped out of his old trended album which is titled ‘Fancy’ which was released in the year “2014”.

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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)