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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Doja Cat
Doja Cat
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Amala Zandile Dlamini
Amala Zandile Dlamini
Автор песен
David Sprecher
David Sprecher
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Doja Cat
Doja Cat
Продюсер
MacGregor Leo
MacGregor Leo
Инженер
Rian Lewis
Rian Lewis
Инженер
Neal Pogue
Neal Pogue
Миксинг-инженер
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Мастеринг-инженер
Yeti Beats
Yeti Beats
Продюсер

Слова

[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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