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Fancy
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R&B/Soul
Fancy è stato pubblicato il 30 marzo 2018 da MAU Records come parte dell'album Amala
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AlbumAmala
Data di uscita30 marzo 2018
EtichettaMAU Records
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM55

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Doja Cat
Doja Cat
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amala Zandile Dlamini
Amala Zandile Dlamini
Songwriter
David Sprecher
David Sprecher
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Doja Cat
Doja Cat
Producer
MacGregor Leo
MacGregor Leo
Engineer
Rian Lewis
Rian Lewis
Engineer
Neal Pogue
Neal Pogue
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Yeti Beats
Yeti Beats
Producer

Testi

[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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