Most Of July Lyrics & Chords By Back Porch Buddha

I'm so fancy You already know I'm in the fastlane From L. A. to Tokyo I'm so fancy Can't you taste this gold? Remember my name 'Bout to blow First thing, 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 like this Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris High heels, something worth a half 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 fastlane From L. A. to Tokyo I'm so fancy Can't you taste this gold? Remember my name 'Bout to blow Trashed the hotel Let's get big on the mini bar Make the phone call Feels so good getting what I want Keep on turning it up Chadelier's swinging, we don't give a Film star, yeah, I'm deluxe Classic, expensive, you don't get to touch Trashed the hotel Let's get big on the mini bar Make the phone call Feels so good getting what I want Keep on turning it up Chadelier's swinging, we don't give a Film star, yeah, I'm deluxe Classic, expensive, you don't get to touch I'm so fancy You already know I'm in the fastlane From L. A. to Tokyo I'm so fancy Can't you taste this gold? Remember my name 'Bout to blow Yeah Oh Yeah