Fancy Chords

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

[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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