I'm so fancy
You already know
I'm in the fastlane
From L. A. to Tokyo

I'm so fancy
Can't you taste this gold?
Remember my name
'Bout to blow

First thing, first, I'm the realest
Drop this and let the whole world feel it
And I'm still in the Murda Bizness
I can hold you down,
like I'm givin' lessons in physics
You should want a bad ***** 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 ticket on my wrist
Takin' all the liquor straight,
never chase that
Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back

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 fastlane

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"
I can't stand no haters and honest,
the truth is
And my flow retarded,
they speaked it, depart it
Swagger on super,
I can't shop at no department
Better 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 M-A-D-D-Y, put my name in bold
I been workin', I'm up in here
With some change to throw