Fancy

I said, I said God dang she yea she looking hella fancy

She ain't never let em tell her what she can't be

I don't mean that she moving like a tranny More so moving like a girl that want a family

Not gon' lie, yeah, I'm finding that attractive Dress not tight, but she looking real classic

She keep her hands to herself, oh it's tragic The way she look at me, feel like it's magic

She said, boy, if you can sing, I'll steal your heart She want a million-dollar man to hold her arm

She got some family that live down in New Orleans She want a baby, and she wear designer jeans

I said, fake chains, big rings Oh, I like that, it sound fancy

I said, fake chains, big rings Big dollars in the big bank

I might holla when she get back I won't holla for a knick-knack, nah