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First things first,
I'm the realest.
Drop this and let the whole world feel it.
And I'm still in the Murder Business.
I can hold you down,
like I'm giving 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, something worth a half a ticket on my wrist.
Taking all the liquor straight,
never chase that.
Rooftop, like we bringing '88 back.
Bring the hooks in, where the bass at?
Champagne spilling, 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, each beat dear, departed.
Swagger on stupid,
I can't shop at no department.
Better get my money on time,
if they not money, decline.
And I 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 dat? Who dat?
Dat do dat, do dat?
Put that paper over all,
I thought you knew dat,
knew dat.
I be da 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 minibar.
Make the phone call.
Feels so good getting what I want.
Yeah, keep on turning it up,
chandelier swinging,
we don't give a f**k.
Film star,
yeah, I'm deluxe.
Classic, expensive,
you don't get to touch, ow!

Still stuntin',
how you love that?
Got the whole world asking how
I does that.
Hot girl, hands off,
don't touch that.
Look at it,
I bet you wishing you could clutch that.
That's just the way you like it, huh?
You're so good,
he just wishing he could bite it, huh?
Never turn down nothing.
Slayin' 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-who-who-

who dat? Who dat?
I-G-G-Y.
Dat do dat, do dat?
I-I-G-G-Y.
Who dat? Who dat?
I-I-I-G-G-Y.
B-b-blow-oh-oh-oh-oh.
Who-who-who-
who dat? Who dat?
I-G-G-Y.
Dat do dat, do dat?
I-I-G-G-Y.
Who dat? Who dat?
I-I-I-G-G-Y.
B-b-b-blow-oh-
oh-oh-oh.

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