Fancy Lyrics

Oh, wow

I can't even..

Go, go, go

Ha, ha

Ay, y'all know this shit is funny, but I'm the lancey sexy red shit, bitch

Ay, bitch, I'm finna slide for real

She fancy that bitch real classy, but throw a fit

Bitch, pose up for this flick

It's designed on my fit

At least 10K on my wrist

A brand new day, a brand new bitch

I'm with Jay, we in this bitch

Ain't on the wall, lil' bitch, we lit

We smoke a thrax

We get a pass

We drink act

Bitch, this ain't tris

Bitch, we got sticks

She don't fuck with niggas that ain't rich

Too cold, I need my mints

She need that vitamin

But I ain't talkin' D

Corner, corner, DVD

She look like an alien

She E.T

Bitch, honor me

She get right on her knees and she say, please

Now, I beg that bitch to leave

She's doin' sum crack and make her sneeze

Bitch, tryna go band 4 band

I up a few racks and make her leave

Bitch, I'm fuckin' to get my nut off

I ain't worry about if you cream

Bitch, I ain't Dr. Luther

But, bitch, I damn sure have a dream

Get that green

Get that cake

And never break the code

Ay, thax, you know we blow

Fuck the opps, them niggas hoes

Ay, Ada block, bitch, we on goo

That bitch sexy, but she ain't red

Give dumb head like she sped

When we spin, we put the bed

I do the same shit for these bitches

I make them KO

When she wake up, she gotta go

Grab your purse and get your phone

No textin' after this, little bitch

Please leave me alone..

How you claimin' that you fancy?

Can't even pay your rent and shit

Niggas swear they on it, but even can't stand on business, bitch

Back in the day, got that shit on

Bitch, I'm fleein' n shi

Think that she a Queen

Lil' Shorty you ain't Key n shit

Niggas talkin fugazi

Ain't tryna beef nigga pay me

Off that drank, it got em lazy

He got them off-whites, niggas, froze

She see you in some designer, she gon' go

Cause she think you got that bread or some

But that shit ain't even yours

That shit fake off D.H's gate

You ain't even makin' pay

Your ass makin' about $20

You work at McDonald's with a shirt that wear a fuckin' red collar

You ain't graduate from high school

I did, bitch, cause I'm a scholar

Y'all know what the fuck I say

I ride in black trucks, presidential Obama

(Obama)

She swear that she fancy

She can't have my baby, though, cause bitch, we two girls

She delusional, we two different worlds

She big as fuck, think Ima buy her pearls

I ain't Mr. Krabs

I got the recipe

You plankton, you can't get a dab

On computers, talk tought

When we pull up, we make them hush

Blitz, lil' bitch, we tryna rush

This ain't Pop, I don't got no Crush

I ain't Polo, but I'm G

Say it to myself, cause bitch, I'm me

You know I'm clo, I'm elite

I'm steppin' on shit like I got cleats

Designer down this lil bitch flee

She got that Gucci on her feet

Might put the Dolce on my sneakers

That RTA its on the jeans

But this that fye, that's that gen

Smokin' niggas like they cigs

I'm a savage, bitch, I'm her

Ain't Fbg, you better duck

I been had and A

That bad bitch was just a plus

You know she in the millions

Can't say her name, but you know her

I need that M's, you know it's her

Ay, now I need the two M's

I'm out this bitch)