Fancy + Beg For It - Iggy Azalea&Charli XCX
First things 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 bitch like this
Drop it low and pick it up just like this
Cup of Ace, cup of Goose,
cup of Cris
High heels
somethin' worth a half a 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 fast lane
From L.A. to Tokyo
I'm so fancy
Can't you taste this gold?
Remember my name,'bout to blow
I'mma make you beg,
I'mma make you beg for it
I'mma make you beg,
I'mma make you beg
Pulled up looking picture perfect,
baby
High price, but I'm worth it, baby
Can't play wit you,I've been busy working, baby
Getting faded in the European swerving name
Look, describe Iggy,
ground breakin' what the word is
Hit the stage, yeah,shake it like I'm nervous
When in New York got me parking right on Madison
This ain't no accident,I'm killing them on purpose
IGGY, think she just had to do it betta
Ride wit me, fly living,
there ain't nothing to it
Am I waist slim ass fat
you got to have it
Get my bake on,
cake long, that's automatic
I know ya like the way I turn it up
I'm out here with my friends
I'mma make ya beg,
I'mma make ya beg for it
I do this right,
you're goin' home alone
I guess you'll have to beg
by the hour
I need me a Braveheart,
can't deal wit a coward
I tell him if he ain't ballin',
he should hit the showers
If I peek and ya lucky,
baby, there's money hours
All yellow gold on me,
like I'm Trinidad, James
Sittin' drop top wonder
where the sailor's at
I know my ol' thing
wanna bring the feelin' back
But I got a new thang, baby,
I ain't feelin' that now
Iggy Iggy Iggy can't ya see?
That everybody wanna
put their hands on me
See I be on this money
why yo man on me
And I need anotha hand
wit all these bands on me
I know ya like the way I turn it up
I'm out here with my friends
I'mma make ya beg,
I'mma make ya beg for it
I do this right,
you're goin' home alone
I guess you'll have to beg
I'mma make ya beg,
I'mma make ya beg for it
Get up out my face
like what you think you are
Talkin' all this trash like blahdiblahdiblah
Oee ooh, naa oh, oee oh, na oh
Get up out my face
like what you think you are
Talkin' all this trash like blahdiblahdiblah
Oee ooh, naa oh, oee oh, na oh
I know ya like the way I turn it up
I'm out here with my friends
I'mma make ya beg,
I'mma make ya beg for it
I do this right,
you're goin' home alone
I guess you'll have to beg
I'mma make ya beg,
I'mma make ya beg for it
look boy I like to drop
If you want my love
then smoke it up
Make you beg for it,
I'mma make you beg for it
look boy
but don't you touch
If you want my love
make me give a fuck
Make you beg for it,
I'mma make you beg for it