I'm so fancy
You already know
I'm in the fastlane
From L. A. to Tokyo
I'm so fancy
Can't you taste this gold?
Remember my name
'Bout to blow

First thing, first, I'm the realest
Drop this and let the whole world feel it
And I'm still in the Murda Bizness
I can 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 like this
Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris
High heels, something worth a half 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 fastlane
From L. A. to Tokyo
I'm so fancy
Can't you taste this gold?
Remember my name
'Bout to blow

Trashed the hotel
Let's get big on the mini bar
Make the phone call
Feels so good getting what I want
Keep on turning it up
Chadelier's swinging, we don't give a
Film star, yeah, I'm deluxe
Classic, expensive, you don't get to touch

Trashed the hotel
Let's get big on the mini bar
Make the phone call
Feels so good getting what I want
Keep on turning it up
Chadelier's swinging, we don't give a
Film star, yeah, I'm deluxe
Classic, expensive, you don't get to touch

I'm so fancy
You already know
I'm in the fastlane
From L. A. to Tokyo
I'm so fancy
Can't you taste this gold?
Remember my name
'Bout to blow
Yeah
Oh
Yeah