Lyrics of 'Fancy (feat. Brooke Adee)' by MattyBRaps

First thing's 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 Swagga Bizness
I can hold it down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics (right, right)
You should want a rad boy like this (huh?)
Drop a hit and serve it up just like this (yeah)
Full of grace, full of truth, full of hits
why chill, workin but no half a ticket on my wrist (on my wrist)
Let the fame and money wait, never chase that (never)
Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back (what?)
Bring the hooks in, where the bass at?
Campaign killin', homie can't erase 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 is just started, each beat did depart it
Swagger on super, I can't shop at no department
To get my rhyming on time, that deal ain't right then, decline
And man I meant that there so much that they give that line a rewind
So get my rhyming on time, that deal ain't right then, 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?
Never put that paper over all, I thought you knew that, knew that
I be that M-A-T-T-Y, put my name in bold
I been working, I'm up in here with some change to throw

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

Who dat? Who dat? M-A-T-T-Y
That do dat? Do dat? M-A-T-T-Y
Who dat? Who dat? M-A-T-T-Y
Bout to blow!
Who dat? Who dat? M-A-T-T-Y
That do dat? Do dat? M-A-T-T-Y
Who dat? Who dat? M-A-T-T-Y
Bout to blow!