i'm so fancy, you already know

First thing's first, I'm the realest (realest).

Drop this and let the whole world feel it (let them feel it)

And I'm still in the Murda Bizness

I could hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics (right, right)

You should want a bad _____ like this (huh?)

Drop it low and pick it up just like this...
High heels, somethin' worth a half a ticket on my wrist (on my wrist)

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

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, they speak it depart it

Swagger on super, I can't shop at no department

Better 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 JU-L-I-A, put my name in bold

I been working, I'm up in here with some change to throw

Still stuntin', how you love that?

Got the whole world asking how I does that

Hot girl, hands off, don't touch that.

I'm so fancy.

You already know.

People seem to be all up on the Throwback Thursday business, so I figured I should dedicate a whole post to catch up with the who-dat - who-dat crowd.

Thanks for indulging my little trek down the fanciest of memory lanes.

SMILE.

And thank you Ms. Azalea for writing a song that's so in tune with the daily grind round these parts.