Fancy Yung Simmie

[Intro]
Damn right I'm fancy, nigga, what you is?
You bum-ass nigga
Sipping lean out of a glass
Pinky up, king shit, we still mobbing, ho

[Hook]
Pinky up, sipping lean, bitch I'm fancy
I pull off with eight bitches, I'm too fancy
I'll take your bitch, don't you dare me
I fucked her all night, it was fancy
Fancy -- don't act fancy
Hitters at your front door to leave the scene nasty
Actin' like you don't know my crew's so fancy
Fancy -- my bitch so fancy

[Verse 1]
Pour up then I sip
Pull up then I dip
I keep a fancy bitch; all these bitches on my dick
Never cuff 'em, give 'em shit
Barry Bonds with the stick
Getting fancy on a nigga; I won't miss, I bet I hit
Getting fancy with the Ruger, James Bond, don't you slip
James Worthy, you ain't worthy, hundred rounds in the clip
Like I'm Trinidad James, all gold fucking stick
Cook a nigga like he food, hella fancy with the dish
She never make a mess because she fancy with the dick
She pull up with her friends, yeah, that's a fancy bitch
And never falling off because she on that fancy tip
Pretty nine and I keep a fancy clip