Easy Chords
[Verse 1]
F Em Dm
First thing's first, I'm the realest
Am
(realest)
F Em Dm
Drop this and let the whole world feel
Am
it (let them feel it)
F Em Dm Am
And I'm still in the Murda Bizness
F Em Dm
I could hold you down, like I'm givin'
Am
lessons in physics (right, right)
F Em Dm
You should want a bad bitch like this
Am
(huh?)
F Em Dm
Drop it low and pick it up just like
Am
this (yeah)
F Em Dm Am
Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris
F Em Dm
High heels, somethin' worth a half a
Am
ticket on my wrist (on my wrist)
F Em Dm
Takin' all the liquor straight, never
Am
chase that (never)
F Em Dm
Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back
Am
(what?)
F Em Dm Am
Bring the hooks in, where the bass at?
F Em Dm
Champagne spillin', you should taste
Am
that
[Hook]
FEmDm Am
I'm so fancy
FEmDm Am
You already know
FEmDm Am
I'm in the fast lane
FEmDm Am
From L.A. to Tokyo
FEmDm Am
I'm so fancy
FEmDm Am
Can't you taste this gold?
FEmDm Am
Remember my name
FEmDm Am
'Bout to blow
[Verse 2]
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 retarded, each beat did
depart it
Swagger on stupid, I can't shop in no
department
To get my money on time, if they not
money, decline
And swear I meant that there so much
that they give that line a rewind
So get my money on time, if they not
money, 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?
Put that paper over all, I thought you
knew that, knew that
I be the I-G-G-Y, put my name in bold
I been working, I'm up in here with some
change to throw
[Hook]
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
[Bridge]
Trash the hotel
Let's get drunk on the mini bar
Make the phone call
Feels so good getting what I want
Yeah, keep on turning it up
Chandelier swinging, we don't give a
fuck
Film star, yeah I'm deluxe
Classic, expensive, you don't get to
touch
Ow...
[Verse 3]
Still stuntin', how you love that?
Got the whole world asking how I does
that
Hot girl, hands off, don't touch that
Look at it I bet you wishing you could
clutch that
It's just the way you like it, huh?
You so good, he's just wishing he could
bite it, huh?
Never turn down nothin'
Slaying these hoes, gold trigger on the
gun like
[Hook]
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
[Outro]
Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y
That do that, do that, I-I-G-G-Y
Who that, who that, I-I-I-G-G-Y
Blow
Who-who-who-who that, who that, I-G-G-Y
That do that, do that, I-I-G-G-Y
Who that, who that, I-I-I-G-G-Y
About to blow
Original Chords
[Chord Progression]
Eb Dm Cm Gm
e|---11---10---8----3---|
B|---11---10---8----3---|
G|---12---10---8----3---|
D|---13---12---10---5---|
A|---13---12---10---5---|
E|---11---10---8----3---|
Gm chord is just the last transition
'bum-bum' you hear in the bassline
(Strum twice, quickly; down, down.)
[Verse 1]
Eb Dm Cm
First thing's first, I'm the realest
Gm
(realest)
Eb Dm Cm
Drop this and let the whole world feel
Gm
it (let them feel it)
Eb Dm Cm Gm
And I'm still in the Murda Bizness
Eb Dm Cm
I could hold you down, like I'm givin'
Gm
lessons in physics (right, right)
Eb Dm Cm
You should want a bad bitch like this
Gm
(huh?)
Eb Dm Cm
Drop it low and pick it up just like
Gm
this (yeah)
Eb Dm Cm Gm
Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris
Eb Dm Cm
High heels, somethin' worth a half a
Gm
ticket on my wrist (on my wrist)
Eb Dm Cm
Takin' all the liquor straight, never
Gm
chase that (never)
Eb Dm Cm
Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back
Gm
(what?)
Eb Dm Cm Gm
Bring the hooks in, where the bass at?
Eb Dm Cm
Champagne spillin', you should taste
Gm
that
[Hook]
Eb Dm Cm Gm
I'm so fancy
Eb Dm Cm Gm
You already know
Eb Dm Cm Gm
I'm in the fast lane
Eb Dm Cm Gm
From L.A. to Tokyo
Eb Dm Cm Gm
I'm so fancy
Eb Dm Cm Gm
Can't you taste this gold?
Eb Dm Cm Gm
Remember my name
Eb Dm Cm Gm
'Bout to blow
[Verse 2]
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 retarded, each beat did
depart it
Swagger on stupid, I can't shop in no
department
To get my money on time, if they not
money, decline
And swear I meant that there so much
that they give that line a rewind
So get my money on time, if they not
money, 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?
Put that paper over all, I thought you
knew that, knew that
I be the I-G-G-Y, put my name in bold
I been working, I'm up in here with some
change to throw
[Hook]
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
[Bridge]
Trash the hotel
Let's get drunk on the mini bar
Make the phone call
Feels so good getting what I want
Yeah, keep on turning it up
Chandelier swinging, we don't give a
fuck
Film star, yeah I'm deluxe
Classic, expensive, you don't get to
touch
Ow...
[Verse 3]
Still stuntin', how you love that?
Got the whole world asking how I does
that
Hot girl, hands off, don't touch that
Look at it I bet you wishing you could
clutch that
It's just the way you like it, huh?
You so good, he's just wishing he could
bite it, huh?
Never turn down nothin'
Slaying these hoes, gold trigger on the
gun like
[Hook]
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
[Outro]
Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y
That do that, do that, I-I-G-G-Y
Who that, who that, I-I-I-G-G-Y
Blow
Who-who-who-who that, who that, I-G-G-Y
That do that, do that, I-I-G-G-Y
Who that, who that, I-I-I-G-G-Y
About to blow
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