Fancy Ass *** Lyrics by City Girls
Ghetto ass chick
Break down green for me
If I would let her, she would count up this cheese for me
It’s going down like I knew it would
We gon’ keep on makin’ money ’cause this honey is good
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I love a fancy ass ***
Diamonds on her wrist
Always had ass, but she paid for her ***
Love to talk ***
Head game the ***
Claim she hate attention but she love to take pics
He want a icy ass ***
That love that pricey ***
He know my money long, like my weave, 30 inch
Birkin on my hip
Wear it like a clip
Need a Cuban choker with a buss down on my wrist
I love a fancy ass ***
I’m a fancy ass ***
Oh, you a fancy ass ***
I’m a fancy ass ***
You love to talk ***
Yeah, I love to talk ***
One thing that I love is a fancy ass ***
One thing that he love is a fancy ass ***
Niggas never play me, ***, I played along
Treat him like a big dog, give him coochie till that money gone
*** got me Porsches and that *** got you Uber’d home
He ate the *** so much, man, I think the *** gone
*** ass *** and I know it
Ass in his face, and I told that ***, “Blow it”
I’m a real freak ***, I ain’t with the neat ***
Fancy ass ***, but you know I like that skreet ***
*** sitting pretty, *** got power
If his money long, he can get it for some hours
And hours, and hours
My *** got power
Where the big *** niggas that move a lot of powder?
I love a fancy ass ***
Diamonds on her wrist
Always had ass, but she paid for her ***
Love to talk ***
Head game the ***
Claim she hate attention but she love to take pics
He want a icy ass ***
That love that pricey ***
He know my money long, like my weave, 30 inch
Birkin on my hip
Wear it like a clip
Need a Cuban choker with a buss down on my wrist
I love a fancy ass ***
I’m a fancy ass ***
Oh, you a fancy ass ***
I’m a fancy ass ***
You love to talk ***
Yeah, I love to talk ***
One thing that I love is a fancy ass ***
One thing that he love is a fancy ass ***
Put me in a room full of ***, I’ma stand out
He know I’m the ***, I ain’t come here for no handouts
*** ’em, suck ’em, put his ass to sleep, I’m talkin’ man down
Rich *** raise yo’ hand, all the broke niggas get ran down
Fancy ass ***, candy-coated coochie, take a lick
How many Birkins do he buy before I let a *** hit?
Put his head between my thighs, now he runnin’ ’round lit
I ain’t trippin’ about no ***, he only good for the ***
Get head, then leave
Yo’ bread, I need
Hermes, new weave
Hit Paris, oui, oui
French tip, white toes, young *** living fancy
Ho, this ain’t no Cartier, my diamonds stay dancin’
I love a fancy ass ***
Diamonds on her wrist
Always had ass, but she paid for her ***
Love to talk ***
Head game the ***
Claim she hate attention but she love to take pics
He want a icy ass ***
That love that pricey ***
He know my money long, like my weave, 30 inch
Birkin on my hip
Wear it like a clip
Need a Cuban choker with a buss down on my wrist
I love a fancy ass ***
I’m a fancy ass ***
Oh, you a fancy ass ***
I’m a fancy ass ***
You love to talk ***
Yeah, I love to talk ***
One thing that I love is a fancy ass ***
One thing that he love is a fancy ass ***