Letra de Fancy

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!