First thing's first, I'm the realest

Drop this and let the whole world feel it

And I'm still in the Murda Bizness

I could hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics

You should want a bad bitch like this

Drop it low and pick it up just like this

Cup of Ace, cup of Goose,

cup of Cris High heels, somethin' worth a half a ticket on my wrist

Takin' all the liquor straight, never chase that

Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back

Bring the hooks in, where the bass at

Champagne spillin', you should taste that

I'm so fancy

You already know

I'm in the fast lane

From L.A. to Tokyo

I'm so fancy

Can't you taste this gold

Remember my name Bout to blow

I said, "Baby, I do this, I thought that you knew this

Can't stand no haters and honest, the truth is

And my flow retarded, they speak it depart it

Swagger on super, I can't shop at no department

Better get my money on time, if they not money, decline

And swear I meant that there so much that they give that line a rewind

So get my money on time, if they not money, decline

I just can't worry 'bout no haters, gotta stay on my grind

Now tell me, who that, who that? That do that, do that

Put that paper over all, I thought you knew that, knew that

I be the I-G-G-Y, put my name in bold I been working

I'm up in here with some change to throw

I'm so fancy

You already know

I'm in the fast lane

From L.A. to Tokyo

I'm so fancy

Can't you taste this gold

Remember my name Bout to blow

Trash the hotel

Let's get drunk on the mini bar

Make the phone call

Feels so good getting what

I want Yeah, keep on turning it up

Chandelier swinging, we don't give a fuck

Film star, yeah I'm deluxe

Classic, expensive, you don't get to touch

Ow...

Still stuntin', how you love that

Got the whole world asking how I does that

Hot girl, hands off, don't touch that

Look at it I bet you wishing you could clutch that

It's just the way you like it, huh

You're so good, he's just wishing he could bite it, huh

Never turn down nothing,

Slaying these hoes, gold trigger on the gun like

I'm so fancy

You already know

I'm in the fast lane

From L.A. to Tokyo

I'm so fancy

Can't you taste this gold

Remember my name Bout to blow