"Fancy" lyrics

Yeah
Pfft fft
Cash boi
Fwa

[Sainté:]
Aye yeah
Still that same old brudda and steeze, wait quiche, wait P's
They ain't really doin like us, (like no)
Why you tryna move like us (like why?)
How many hits that I jump on are valid man I ain't gon prove myself
I cannot speak on behalf of my friends but I'm making a scene tonight
None of my brothers gon fall, (gon fall)
We was all rasin in the fall (the fall)
We don't care bout the budget you love it, you want it, I'm making a call (yah)
Three times a week I just set a new reach I got diamond I put them on-go (I put em' on chain)
I don't [?] fancy things
I'm tryna talk all the fancy taste (yah, yah yah)
Baby you know how I like
Fully figured on your ridin'
I promise I don't double no sizes
Keep on flirting you gon get a birkin bag
This park is high n I jus made me thirsty-ai

[Chow Lee:]
I'm touching your faces and waists
You won't believe so I only expect you to leave
I know I'm digging you down and the love got you grind
So I only expect you to see
But baby I'm make between your line
You know my lifestyle, you ain't really mine
I bought the Rolex for the flex
I'm looking my phone if I got this shit a time
We taking too long to connect
So I just wanna have sex and we running out of time
It's crazy how you would have feel better if you-
How did you end up an average on my eyes
You know just how I like it
You know just how I like it
I know just where to touch you
Cuz I study that's why I psychics
She told me her middle name birkin
I know she playin', but i kinda like it
I got a fancy taste
I got a fancy taste