🎵 Fancy // by Johnny Orlando

2 ContributorsFancy Lyrics First things first I'm the realize (realize) Drop this and let the whole world feel it (let them feel it) And I'm still in the Murda Bizness I could hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics (hah) I just want a bad chick like this (huh?) Drop it low and pick it up just like this (yeah) Cup the big, cup the bass, so sick This J somethin' worth a half a ticket on my wrist (on my wrist) He just tryna play never chase that (never) New JT this 88 back (what?) Bring the hooks in, where the bass at? Victory so sweet, 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 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, they speak 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 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 They call me the J-O, put my name in bold I been working, I'm up in here with some change to throw, yo 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