Album: The New Classic
First things 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 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 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 
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 
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 
That'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, slayin these hoes 
Go 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...)