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Iggy Azalea - Fancy (GTA Remix) Lyrics



 [Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]

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 (Huh?)

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


[Chorus: Charli XCX]

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 namе, ’bout to blow


[Verse 2: Iggy Azalea]

I said baby, I do this, I thought that you knew this

Can’t stand no haters and honest, thе 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


[Chorus: Charli XCX]

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


[Bridge: Charli XCX]

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!


[Verse 3: Iggy Azalea]

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

That’s just the way you like it, huh?

You’re so good, he’s just wishing he could bite it, huh?

Never turn down money

Slaying these gold trigger on a gun like


[Chorus: Charli XCX]

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


[Outro: Iggy Azalea]

Who that, who that? I-G-G-Y

That do that, do that? I-G-G-Y

Wow, 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

Wow, who that, who that? I-G-G-Y

(Blow…)

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