First things first, I'm the realest (realest) Drop this and let the whole world feel it (let 'em feel it) And I'm still in the Murda Bizness, I can hold you down Like I'm givin' lessons in physics (right, right) You should want a bad bitch like this (huh?) Drop it low and pick it up just like this (yeah) Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris High heels, somethin' worth a half a ticket on my wrist (on my wrist) Takin' all the liquor straight, never chase that (never) Rooftop, like we bringin' '88 back (what?) 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 LA to Tokyo I'm so fancy Can't you taste this gold? Remember my name, 'bout to blow-wow-oh-oh I said, baby, I do this, I thought that you knew this Can't stand no haters and, honest, the truth is That my flow retarded, each beat, dear, departed Swagger on stupid, I can't shop in no department And get my money on time, if it ain't 'bout money, decline And swear I meant that there so much that I give that line a rewind Said I get my money on time, if it ain't 'bout 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 workin', I'm up in here with some change to throw I'm so fancy You already know I'm in the fast lane From LA to Tokyo I'm so fancy Can't you taste this gold? Remember my name, 'bout to blow-wow-oh-oh Trash the hotel Let's get drunk on the minibar Make the phone call Feels so good gettin' what I want Yeah, keep on turnin' it up Chandelier swingin', we don't give a fuck Film star, yeah, I'm deluxe Classic, expensive, you don't get to touch, ow (Facts) still stuntin', how you love that? Got the whole world askin' how I does that (ooh) Hot girl, hands off, don't touch that (ooh) Look at it, I bet you wishin' you could clutch that That's just the way you like it, huh? It's so good, he just wishin' he could bite it, huh? (Say what?) Never turn down nothin', slayin' these hoes Gold trigger on the gun like I'm so fancy You already know I'm in the fast lane From LA to Tokyo I'm so fancy Can't you taste this gold? Remember my name, 'bout to blow-wow-oh-oh 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-wow-oh-oh) 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-wow-oh-oh)
First things first, I'm the realest (realest) Drop this and let the whole world feel it (let 'em feel it) And I'm still in the Murda Bizness, I can hold you down Like I'm givin' lessons in physics (right, right) You should want a bad bitch like this (huh?) Drop it low and pick it up just like this (yeah) Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris High heels, somethin' worth a half a ticket on my wrist (on my wrist) Takin' all the liquor straight, never chase that (never) Rooftop, like we bringin' '88 back (what?) 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 LA to Tokyo I'm so fancy Can't you taste this gold? Remember my name, 'bout to blow-wow-oh-oh I said, baby, I do this, I thought that you knew this Can't stand no haters and, honest, the truth is That my flow retarded, each beat, dear, departed Swagger on stupid, I can't shop in no department And get my money on time, if it ain't 'bout money, decline And swear I meant that there so much that I give that line a rewind Said I get my money on time, if it ain't 'bout 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 workin', I'm up in here with some change to throw I'm so fancy You already know I'm in the fast lane From LA to Tokyo I'm so fancy Can't you taste this gold? Remember my name, 'bout to blow-wow-oh-oh Trash the hotel Let's get drunk on the minibar Make the phone call Feels so good gettin' what I want Yeah, keep on turnin' it up Chandelier swingin', we don't give a fuck Film star, yeah, I'm deluxe Classic, expensive, you don't get to touch, ow (Facts) still stuntin', how you love that? Got the whole world askin' how I does that (ooh) Hot girl, hands off, don't touch that (ooh) Look at it, I bet you wishin' you could clutch that That's just the way you like it, huh? It's so good, he just wishin' he could bite it, huh? (Say what?) Never turn down nothin', slayin' these hoes Gold trigger on the gun like I'm so fancy You already know I'm in the fast lane From LA to Tokyo I'm so fancy Can't you taste this gold? Remember my name, 'bout to blow-wow-oh-oh 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-wow-oh-oh) 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-wow-oh-oh)
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