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Fancy
14,500
De gira
R&B/Soul
Fancy fue lanzado el 30 de marzo de 2018 por MAU Records como parte del álbum Amala
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ÁlbumAmala
Fecha de lanzamiento30 de marzo de 2018
Sello discográficoMAU Records
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM55

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

Artistas intérpretes
Doja Cat
Doja Cat
Voces
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Amala Zandile Dlamini
Amala Zandile Dlamini
Autoría
David Sprecher
David Sprecher
Autoría
Producción e ingeniería
Doja Cat
Doja Cat
Producción
MacGregor Leo
MacGregor Leo
Ingeniería
Rian Lewis
Rian Lewis
Ingeniería
Neal Pogue
Neal Pogue
Ingeniería de mezcla
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Masterización
Yeti Beats
Yeti Beats
Producción

Letra

[Verse 1]
All my fellas, they be actin' jealous
They don't understand me, prolly 'cause I'm fancy, ooh, ooh
Prolly 'cause I'm fancy, uh-oh-ohh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-ohh
Prolly 'cause I'm fancy, uh-oh-ohh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-ohh
You would think I'm royal, baby look so spoiled
Mommy brush this dirt off, like I own this soil
Prolly 'cause I'm fancy, uh-oh-ohh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-ohh
Prolly 'cause I'm fancy, uh-oh-ohh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-ohh
[Verse 2]
Prolly how I come across
Honey if you pay, I talk (I talk)
Prolly love the way I floss (I)
Make you feel a type of way
Fuck 'bout what you say though
Never miss a meal like Ross
'Bout to flip a mil like Ross, aye
They don't know me 'hind closed doors, aye
You could never find me lost, and I bet you the boss
But baby, I'm bosser
Used to be daughter, they call me mother now
Treatin' me like no other
Swag underwater, bread in the butter now
Wallet, wallet in pocket, pocket
Give five to the valet and she park it, park it
No games but I'm ballin', call it crocket, crocket
I'm a target but I never shop at Target, got it?
[Verse 3]
All my fellas, they be actin' jealous
They don't understand me, prolly 'cause I'm fancy, ooh, ooh
Prolly 'cause I'm fancy, uh-oh-ohh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-ohh
Prolly 'cause I'm fancy, uh-oh-ohh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-ohh
You would think I'm royal, baby look so spoiled
Mommy brush this dirt off, like I own this soil
Prolly 'cause I'm fancy, uh-oh-ohh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-ohh
Prolly 'cause I'm fancy, uh-oh-ohh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-ohh
[Verse 4]
It get lonely at the top, I'ma stack my guap
I'ma make 'em dance, chain all on my neck
Drank all on my dress, four hunnid a pop
Lonely at the top, I'ma stack my guap
I'ma make 'em dance, chain all on my neck
Drank all on my dress, four hunnid a pop
[Verse 5]
All my fellas, they be actin' jealous
They don't understand me, prolly 'cause I'm fancy, ooh, ooh
Prolly 'cause I'm fancy, uh-oh-ohh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-ohh
Prolly 'cause I'm fancy, uh-oh-ohh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-ohh
You would think I'm royal, baby look so spoiled
Mommy brush this dirt off, like I own this soil
Prolly 'cause I'm fancy, uh-oh-ohh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-ohh
Prolly 'cause I'm fancy, uh-oh-ohh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-ohh
Written by: Amala Zandile Dlamini, David Sprecher
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