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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

Lyrics

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, uh uh, oh oh ohh Prolly cause I'm fancy, uh oh ohh, uh uh, oh oh ohh You would think I'm royal, baby look so spoiled Mommy brush this dirt off, like a own this soil Prolly cause I'm fancy, uh oh ohh, uh uh, oh oh ohh Prolly cause I'm fancy, uh oh ohh, uh uh, oh oh ohh Yuh, baby how I come across Honey if you pay, I talk Prolly love the way I floss 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 They don't know me 'hind closed doors, aye You could never find me losin', I bet you the boss But baby I'm bossy, 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? 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, uh uh, oh oh ohh Prolly cause I'm fancy, uh oh ohh, uh uh, oh oh ohh You would think I'm royal, baby look so spoiled Mommy brush this dirt off, like a own this soil Prolly cause I'm fancy, uh oh ohh, uh uh, oh oh ohh Prolly cause I'm fancy, uh oh ohh, uh uh, oh oh ohh 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 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, uh uh, oh oh ohh Prolly cause I'm fancy, uh oh ohh, uh uh, oh oh ohh You would think I'm royal, baby look so spoiled Mommy brush this dirt off, like a own this soil Prolly cause I'm fancy, uh oh ohh, uh uh, oh oh ohh Prolly cause I'm fancy, uh oh ohh, uh uh, oh oh ohh
Writer(s): Amala Zandile Dlamini, David Sprecher Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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