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    First thing, 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, right?)
    You should want a bad bitch 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
    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 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"
    Can't stand no haters and honest, the truth is
    And my flow retarded, each beat dear, departed
    Swagger on stupid, 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 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 fastlane
    From L. A. to Tokyo
    I'm so fancy
    Can't you taste this gold?
    Remember my name
    'Bout to blow

    Trashed 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
    Chadelier's swinging, we don't give a fuck
    Film star, yeah, I'm deluxe
    Classic, expensive, you don't get to touch
    Aoh

    Still stunting 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
    that's just the way you like, huh?
    You're so good, he's just wishing he could bite it, huh?
    Never turn down money
    Slaying these hoes
    Gold trigger on the gun like

    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

    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

    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

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