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Fancy
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Fancy est sorti le 30 mars 2018 par MAU Records dans le cadre de l'album Amala
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AlbumAmala
Date de sortie30 mars 2018
LabelMAU Records
Qualité mélodique
Acoustique
Valence
Dansabilité
Énergie
BPM55

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Doja Cat
Doja Cat
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Amala Zandile Dlamini
Amala Zandile Dlamini
Paroles/Composition
David Sprecher
David Sprecher
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Doja Cat
Doja Cat
Production
MacGregor Leo
MacGregor Leo
Ingénierie
Rian Lewis
Rian Lewis
Ingénierie
Neal Pogue
Neal Pogue
Ingénierie de mixage
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Yeti Beats
Yeti Beats
Production

Paroles

[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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