Intro
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Whole song : CEmAm
The first C you play it one time, the second C three times (down,up,down)and you repeat the
rhythm for the whole Verse. I lacks of accuracy but the rhythm sounds good.
Verse 1CEmAm
First thing's first, I'm the realest (realest)
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Drop this and let the whole world feel it (let them feel it)
CEmAm
And I'm still in the Murda Business
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I could hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics (right, right)
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You should want a bad bitch like this (huh?)
CEmAm
Drop it low and pick it up just like this (yeah)
CEmAm
Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris
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High heels, somethin' worth a half a ticket on my wrist (on my wrist)
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Takin' all the liquor straight, never chase that (never)
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Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back (what?)
CEmAm
Bring the hooks in, where the bass at?
CEmAm
Champagne spillin', you should taste that
[Hook]
CEmAm
I'm so fancy
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You already know
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I'm in the fast lane
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From L.A. to Tokyo
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I'm so fancy
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Can't you taste this gold?
CEmAm
Remember my name
CEmAm
'Bout to blow
Verse 2
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 did depart it
Swagger on stupid, I can't shop in no department
To 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 the I-G-G-Y, put my name in bold
I been working, I'm up in here with some change to throw
[Hook]
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
Bridge
Trash the hotel
Let's get drunk on the mini bar
Make the phone call
Feels so good getting what I want
Yeah, 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
Ow...
Verse 3
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
It's just the way you like it, huh?
You so good, he's just wishing he could bite it, huh?
Never turn down nothin'
Slaying these hoes, gold trigger on the gun like
[Hook]
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
Outro
Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y
That do that, do that, I-I-G-G-Y
Who that, who that, I-I-I-G-G-Y
Blow
Who-who-who-who that, who that, I-G-G-Y
That do that, do that, I-I-G-G-Y
Who that, who that, I-I-I-G-G-Y
About to blow
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.