Fancy Lyrics
(feat. Charli XCX)
First things first, I'm the realest (realest)
Drop this and let the whole world feel it (let them feel it)
And I'm still in the Murda Bizness
I can hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics (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 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 did depart it
Swagger on super, I can't shop at 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? They 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
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!)
Still stunned, 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're so good, he's just wishing he could bite it, huh? (say what what?)
Never turn down money
Slaying these hoes, gold trigger on the gun like
Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y
They do that, do that, I-G-G-Y
Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y
(Blow...)
Facts I've learned about Iggy Azalea:
- No, she's not a realest and I doubt she even knows what a realest is...
- How can she give give lessons in physics if she can't speak proper English?
- She claims "bringing '88 back," yet she wasn't even born in 1988
- She's not even that fancy; I've seen tons more fancier singers
- She tries to rap but it sounds like a mix of pop and auto-tune
- Her voice is squeaky and she sounds like a little girl who is trying to have swag
- I don't need tips on how to spell her name I-G-G-Y
- She makes a catchy song with content that isn't appropriate, so children hear the song and think they can sing it because the music business makes it sound like candy to their ears
I can't get this song out of my head, and it's dehumanizing and brainwashing our society. Yet I can't stop listening to it. I hate how much I like the sound of it. It's sad and disgusting what the music business has become. I pity our future.
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@costumedanceparty We both eat and drink it - for definitions of "we" that include the stupid wealthy (and not me). Google Goldschlager and "foods with gold in them". Then weep for humanity. ;)
@costumedanceparty We both eat and drink it - for definitions of "we" that include the stupid wealthy (and not me). Google Goldschlager and "foods with gold in them". Then weep for humanity. ;)
I think this song is about the current struggles for power in the middle east. I mean its so smart how she ironically talks about gold and acts like she wants to be taken seriously as an artist while looking like a dumpster fire. She really is a genius! Plus she knows that only a select few listeners will even get her reference to a highway between L.A. and Tokyo and realize that there isn't one, how ironic and hip. She might be too heady for some of you, but I got out my thesaurus and loved her album!