𝓘ggy 𝓐zalea – 𝓕ancy

©️If 𝓪ny 𝓹roducer 𝓸r 𝓵abel 𝓱as 𝓪n 𝓲ssue 𝔀ith 𝓽his 𝓼ong 𝓸r 𝓹icture, 𝓹lease 𝓰et 𝓲n 𝓬ontact 𝔀ith 𝓾s
and 𝔀e 𝔀ill 𝓭elete 𝓲t 𝓲mmediately.

Lyrics:

Listen 𝓽o 𝓽his 𝓳am, 𝓼how ’em 𝔀hat 𝔂ou 𝓰ot
Inbox, 𝓯resh
First 𝓽hings 𝓯irst, 𝓘’m 𝓽he 𝓻ealest (Realest)
Drop 𝓽his 𝓪nd 𝓵et 𝓽he 𝔀hole 𝔀orld 𝓯eel 𝓲t (Let ’em 𝓯eel 𝓲t)
And 𝓘’m 𝓼till 𝓲n 𝓽he 𝓜urda 𝓑izness
I 𝓬an 𝓱old 𝔂ou 𝓭own, 𝓵ike 𝓘’m 𝓰ivin’ 𝓵essons 𝓲n 𝓹hysics (Right)
You 𝓼hould 𝔀ant 𝓪 𝓫ad 𝓫itch 𝓵ike 𝓽his (Ha)
Drop 𝓲t 𝓵ow 𝓪nd 𝓹ick 𝓲t 𝓾p 𝓳ust 𝓵ike 𝓽his (Yeah)
Cup 𝓸f 𝓐ce, 𝓬up 𝓸f 𝓖oose, 𝓬up 𝓸f 𝓒ris
High 𝓱eels, 𝓼omethin’ 𝔀orth 𝓪 𝓱alf 𝓪 𝓽icket 𝓸n 𝓶y 𝔀rist (On 𝓶y 𝔀rist)
Takin’ 𝓪ll 𝓽he 𝓵iquor 𝓼traight, 𝓷ever 𝓬hase 𝓽hat (Never)
Rooftop 𝓵ike 𝔀e 𝓫ringin’ ’88 𝓫ack (What)
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 𝓽hat 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 𝓼tunting, 𝓱ow 𝔂ou 𝓵ove 𝓽hat
Got 𝓽he 𝔀hole 𝔀orld 𝓪sking 𝓱ow 𝓘 𝓭oes 𝓽hat
Hot 𝓰irl, 𝓱ands 𝓸ff, 𝓭on’t 𝓽ouch 𝓽hat
Look 𝓪t 𝓽hat 𝓘 𝓫et 𝔂ou 𝔀ishing 𝔂ou 𝓬ould 𝓬lutch 𝓽hat
Just 𝓽he 𝔀ay 𝔂ou 𝓵ike 𝓲t, 𝓱uh?
You’re 𝓼o 𝓰ood, 𝓱e’s 𝓳ust 𝔀ishing 𝓱e 𝓬ould 𝓫ite 𝓲t, 𝓱uh(Say 𝔀hat 𝔀hat?)
Never 𝓽urn 𝓭own 𝓶oney
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
Who 𝓽hat, 𝔀ho 𝓽hat, 𝓘-G-G-Y
That 𝓭o 𝓽hat, 𝓭o 𝓽hat, 𝓘-G-G-Y
Who 𝓽hat, 𝔀ho 𝓽hat, 𝓘-G-G-Y
(Blow)
Who 𝓽hat, 𝔀ho 𝓽hat, 𝓘-G-G-Y
That 𝓭o 𝓽hat, 𝓭o 𝓽hat, 𝓘-G-G-Y
Who 𝓽hat, 𝔀ho 𝓽hat, 𝓘-G-G-Y
(Blow)

Tags:
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