I G G Y

High heels, somethin' worth a half a ticket on my wrist

Takin' all the liquor straight, never chase that (never)
Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back (what?)

Bring the hooks in, where the bass at?
Champagne spillin', you should taste 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 retarded
Each beat did departed.

Swagger on stupid
I can't shop in no department.

To get my money on time
If they not money, decline