[ti:Fancy ]
[ar:Drake]
[al:Thank Me Later]
[00:-4.00]Drake - Fancy (featuring T.I. & Swizz Beatz)
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Go, a-go 'head
A-go, go a-go head

A-go go go go go go head

Oh, you fancy, huh?

Nails done

Hair done

Everything big

N-n-nails done
You gettin' ready so I know we gon' be here a while
In the bathroom, flat irons and nail files
Spending hours in salons on your hair style
Or in the mall, steady rackin' up the air miles
Hit the gym, step on the scale, stare at the number
You say you're dropping ten pounds, preparing for summer
And you don't do it for the men, men never notice
You just do it for yourself, you the *** coldest
Intelligent too, ooh you my sweetheart
I've always like my women book and street smart
Long as they got a little class like half-days
And the confidence to overlook my past ways
Time heals all, and heels hurt to walk in
But they go with the clutch that you carry your lip gloss in
And, look, I really think nobody does it better
I love the way that you put it together
(What's up girl?)
Well aren't you a breath of fresh air
From all these superficial, gold diggin' bitches in here
They get a baller, think that they ain't gotta pick a career
I guess they plannin' on sucking dick until some millions appear
Hey, voila
You do it right, he just might buy you a car
Man, she play these dudes like B.O.B. play the guitar
Now here you are, with your girls havin' drinks at the bar
I say I'm buying, you decline, that is kinda bizarre
Independent with the demeanor of an r&b singer
Naked ring finger, M3 Beemer
Champagne Range
Triple white Jag
Closet full of brand new clothes and handbags
Alexander McQueen, Prada, Gucci, Chanel
D&G, BCBG, Versace, Louis, and Bebe
She ain't needy, greedy or easy as these other breezy's
Who *** for balls of riesens (?) and bowls of baked ziti, you fancy
Atlanta girls, let me see your hands

Wave em at them bitches hatin' on you with they friends

Girl you got it, let em know that everything's big

Nails done, hair done, everything big
And my N.Y. girls, let me see your hands
And my L.A. girls, let me see your hands
And my T.O. girls, let me see your hands
Nails done, hair done, nails done, hair done
Said go Cinderella, go Cinderella
Orgasm blush, lipstick and concealer
Devil in a tight dress, girl you a killer
And ain't nobody realer, and ain't nobody realer
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, showtime
Go, go, go, as (as) we(we) proceed
Five and a half in boys
Ass is off the hook
Cinderella's about to lose the glass up off her foot
And when I find it
Is when I find you
And we can do the things we never got the time to
Better late than never
But never late is better
They tell me time is money
But we'll spend it together
I'm down for whatever
You just lead the way
We go to dinner you don't even look for me to pay
Mature women with more than me were the first to tempt me
And Jason had this girl Tami with a purple Bentley
How she got it, I ain't never get to ask
I just knew that she was fine like a ticket on the dash
Yeah, but shout out to the homeowners
And girl that got diplomas and enough money to loan us
A little something extra, should we ever need it
If this sounds like you then let me hear you repeat it