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Verse -Iggy Azalea-: Eb
Dm Cm Gm First thing's first, I'm the realest -realest- Eb Dm Cm Gm Drop this and let the whole world feel it -let them feel it- Eb Dm Cm Gm And I'm still in the Murda Bizness Eb Dm Cm Gm I could hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics -right, right- Eb Dm Cm Gm You should want a bad bitch like this -huh?- Eb Dm Cm Gm Drop it low and pick it up just like this -yeah- Eb Dm Cm Gm Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris Eb Dm Cm Gm High heels, somethin' worth a half a ticket on my wrist -on my wrist- Eb Dm Cm Gm Takin' all the liquor straight, never chase that -never- Eb Dm Cm Gm Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back -what?- Eb Dm Cm Gm Bring the hooks in, where the bass at? Eb Dm Cm Gm Champagne spillin', you should taste that Chorus -Charli XCX-: Eb Dm Cm Gm I'm so fancy Eb Dm Cm Gm You already know Eb Dm Cm Gm I'm in the fast lane Eb Dm Cm Gm From l.a. to Tokyo Eb Dm Cm Gm I'm so fancy Eb Dm Cm Gm Can't you taste this gold? Eb Dm Cm Gm Remember my name Eb Dm Cm Gm 'Bout to blow Verse -Iggy Azalea-: 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 Chorus -Charli XCX-: 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 -Iggy Azalea-: 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 xxxx Film star, yeah I'm deluxe Classic, expensive, you don't get to touch Ow... Verse -Iggy Azalea-: 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 Chorus -Charli XCX-: 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
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