"U Fancy ?" lyrics
(Haha, niggas crazy)
(I'm with yo—, yeah)
(I'm with young Ahmad in this bitch, man)
Bloody fuckin' America, bitch
Huh
Oh, you fancy, huh? (What?)
You pop tags, huh? (Say what?)
You got racks, huh? (Let's go)
Come throw it back, huh (Let's go)
Oh, you fancy, huh? (Let's go)
You got racks, huh? (Say what?)
You pop tags, huh? (Let's go)
Come throw it back, huh (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
Okay
I might hit New York and link with Drew
I got rocks on my necklace and my bitch got them too
I got bad bitches tryna pull up and pour up a deuce (Deuce)
I got racks in my cup, I'm sippin on lean, ain't no juice (Let's go, let's go), bitch
I ain't had no help, I ain't never had no handouts
Did it by myself, I had to show these niggas I spazz out
Ridin' 'round town with your ho, she in that bitch, she got her lil' ass out
Niggas, they actin' so rich, but these niggas broke, niggas be fanned out (Ha)
Broke nigga don't deserve this
Get some money, fuck that, fuck (Hold up)
Get some money, fuck that (Let's go)
Get some money, fuck that, hold up
These hoes wastin' my time, huh, outside, get me a tan (Bitch)
I got my feet in the sand (Let's go), I got my feet in the sand (No cap)
Knee deep all up in that ho, I beat it up, Jackie Chan (No gnat)
She like, "Nine, I'm lovin' your flow"
She like, "I see what you saying" (Let's go)
I'm like, "You see what I'm saying?" (What?)
I'm like, "You see what I'm saying?" (Saying)
I might go fuck on her friend, shawty, I don't care 'bout your man
I'm tryna show you the world, I'm tryna show you your life (Huh)
I'm tryna show you how you wanna live, I'm tryna show you you're alright (And what?)
That ho, she my Bella, tryna let this lil' ho bite me (Say what?)
They said, "Don't get a chain first," I want it 'cause it's icy (Let's go)
Oh, you fancy, huh? (What?)
You pop tags, huh? (Say what?)
You got racks, huh? (Let's go)
Come throw it back, huh (Let's go)
Oh, you fancy, huh? (Let's go)
You got racks, huh? (Say what?)
You pop tags, huh? (Let's go)
Come throw it back, huh (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
Okay
(I'm with yo—, yeah)
(I'm with young Ahmad in this bitch, man)
Bloody fuckin' America, bitch
Huh
Oh, you fancy, huh? (What?)
You pop tags, huh? (Say what?)
You got racks, huh? (Let's go)
Come throw it back, huh (Let's go)
Oh, you fancy, huh? (Let's go)
You got racks, huh? (Say what?)
You pop tags, huh? (Let's go)
Come throw it back, huh (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
Okay
I might hit New York and link with Drew
I got rocks on my necklace and my bitch got them too
I got bad bitches tryna pull up and pour up a deuce (Deuce)
I got racks in my cup, I'm sippin on lean, ain't no juice (Let's go, let's go), bitch
I ain't had no help, I ain't never had no handouts
Did it by myself, I had to show these niggas I spazz out
Ridin' 'round town with your ho, she in that bitch, she got her lil' ass out
Niggas, they actin' so rich, but these niggas broke, niggas be fanned out (Ha)
Broke nigga don't deserve this
Get some money, fuck that, fuck (Hold up)
Get some money, fuck that (Let's go)
Get some money, fuck that, hold up
These hoes wastin' my time, huh, outside, get me a tan (Bitch)
I got my feet in the sand (Let's go), I got my feet in the sand (No cap)
Knee deep all up in that ho, I beat it up, Jackie Chan (No gnat)
She like, "Nine, I'm lovin' your flow"
She like, "I see what you saying" (Let's go)
I'm like, "You see what I'm saying?" (What?)
I'm like, "You see what I'm saying?" (Saying)
I might go fuck on her friend, shawty, I don't care 'bout your man
I'm tryna show you the world, I'm tryna show you your life (Huh)
I'm tryna show you how you wanna live, I'm tryna show you you're alright (And what?)
That ho, she my Bella, tryna let this lil' ho bite me (Say what?)
They said, "Don't get a chain first," I want it 'cause it's icy (Let's go)
Oh, you fancy, huh? (What?)
You pop tags, huh? (Say what?)
You got racks, huh? (Let's go)
Come throw it back, huh (Let's go)
Oh, you fancy, huh? (Let's go)
You got racks, huh? (Say what?)
You pop tags, huh? (Let's go)
Come throw it back, huh (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
Okay
Writer(s): Sy Mario
