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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 BiznessI 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 CrisHigh 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 thatI'm so fancyYou already knowI'm in the fast laneFrom L. A. to TokyoI'm so fancyCan't you taste this gold?Remember my name, 'bout to blowI said baby, I do this, I thought that, you knew thisCan't stand no haters and honest, the truth isAnd my flow retarded, each beat did depart itSwagger on super, I can't shop at no departmentTo get my money on time, if they not money, declineAnd swear I meant that there so much that they give that line a rewindSo get my money on time, if they not money, declineI just can't worry 'bout no haters, gotta stay on my grindNow tell me, who that, who that? They do that, do that?Put that paper over all, I thought you knew that, knew thatI be that I-G-G-Y, put my name in boldI been working, I'm up in here with some change to throwI'm so fancyYou already knowI'm in the fast laneFrom L. A. to TokyoI'm so fancyCan't you taste this gold?Remember my name, 'bout to blowTrash the hotelLet's get drunk on the mini barMake the phone callFeels so good getting what I wantYeah, keep on turning it upChandelier swinging, we don't give a fuckFilm star, yeah I? m deluxeClassic, expensive, you don't get to touch (Ow!)Still stunned, how you love thatGot the whole world asking how I does thatHot girl, hands off, don't touch thatLook at it I bet you wishing you could clutch thatIt'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 moneySlaying these hoes, gold trigger on the gun likeI'm so fancyYou already knowI'm in the fast laneFrom L. A. to TokyoI'm so fancyCan't you taste this gold?Remember my name, 'bout to blowWho that, who that, I-G-G-YThey do that, do that, I-G-G-YWho that, who that, I-G-G-Y(Blow...)
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