WWW.AZCHORDS.COM | Iggy Azalea - Fancy Ukulele | Ver. 1
[Intro]
| D | F#m | Bm | % | (x3)
| Asus4 | % | A | % |
[Verse 1]
D F#m Bm
First things first, I'm the realest
D F#m Bm
Drop this and let the whole world feel it
D F#m Bm
And I'm still in the Murda Bizness
Asus4 A
I can hold you down, like I'm giving lessons in physics
D F#m Bm
You want a bad b**ch like this
D F#m Bm
Drop it low, pick it up just like this
D F#m Bm
Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris
Asus4 A
High heels, something worth a half a ticket on my wrist
D F#m Bm
Taking all the liquor straight, never chase that
D F#m Bm
Rooftop like we bringing '88 back
D F#m Bm
Bring the hooks in, where's the bass at?
Asus4 A
Champagne spilling, you should taste that
[Chorus]
F#m G Bm A
I'm so fancy, you already know
F#m G Bm A
I'm in the fast lane, from L.A. to Tokyo
F#m G Bm A
I'm so fancy, can't you taste this gold?
F#m G Bm A G
Remember my name, 'bout to blow-oh-oh
[Verse 2]
D F#m Bm
I said baby, I do this, I thought that you knew this
D F#m Bm
Can't stand no haters, and honest, the truth is
D F#m Bm
And my flow retarded, this beat good, departed
Asus4 A
Swagger on stupid, I can't shop at no department
D F#m Bm
Better get my money on time, if they no money, decline
D F#m Bm
And swear I meant that there so much that they give that line a rewind
D F#m Bm
So get my money on time, if they no money, decline
Asus4 A
I just can't worry 'bout no haters, gotta stay on my grind
D F#m Bm
Now tell me, who that, who that? That do that, do that?
D F#m Bm
Put that paper over all, I thought you knew that, knew that
D F#m Bm
I be that I-G-G-Y, put my name in bold
Asus4 A
I been working, I'm up in here with some change to throw
[Chorus]
F#m G Bm A
I'm so fancy, you already know
F#m G Bm A
I'm in the fast lane, from L.A. to Tokyo
F#m G Bm A
I'm so fancy, can't you taste this gold?
F#m G Bm A G
Remember my name, 'bout to blow-oh-oh
[Bridge]
Bm F#m G A
Trash the hotel, let's get drunk on the minibar
Bm F#m G A
Make the phone call, feels so good getting what I want
Bm F#m G A
Yeah, keep on turning it up Chandelier swinging, we don't give a f**k
Bm F#m G A
Film star, yeah, I'm deluxe, classic, expensive, you don't get to touch, ow!
[Verse 3]
D F#m Bm
Still stunting, how you love that?
D F#m Bm
Got the whole world asking how I does that
D F#m Bm
Hot girl, hands off, don't touch that
Asus4 A
Look at it, I bet you wishing you could clutch that
D F#m Bm
Uhhhhhh that's just the way you like it, huh?
D F#m Bm
It is so good, he's just wishing he could bite it, huh?
D F#m Bm
Never turn down nothing
Asus4 A
Slayin' these hoes, gold trigger on the gun like
[Chorus]
N.C.
I'm so fancy, you already know
N.C.
I'm in the fast lane, from L.A. to Tokyo
F#m G Bm A
I'm so fancy, can't you taste this gold?
F#m G Bm A G
Remember my name, 'bout to blow-oh-oh