Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Too $hort
Sampling-Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Too $hort
Songwriter:in
Andrew Howard
Songwriter:in
Adrian Boeckeler
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Anno Domini Nation
Produzent:in
DJ TheMixtress
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Lyrics
Must think she own the world, so hot, everybody's on the girl
You wanna be that bitch's friend, and hang out with the richest men
Broke bitches sing the blues cause they know, they can't afford the shoes or the juice
Bitch gimme that, how much you pay for that expensive bag
Most guys just stop and stare, she's with her man, I don't care
I know you wanna fuck her player, you can dance, but don't touch the hair
She's got a lot of cash, credit cards, a cocaine stash
Keys to the house and the whip, can't tell you shit cause you the shit
You don't even know who you're dancing with
She a fancy bitch, with all that fancy shit
Look at that fancy bitch
Look at that fancy bitch
Look at that fancy bitch
Look at that fancy bitch
With all that fancy shit
She got a Birkin bag, and red bottoms on, she wears Louis Vuitton all the way to the thong
Cartier on her face, protect her eyes from the sun
Try to spit game, but she ain't the one
She don't have any kids, and you can tell
That body banging, yeah, she's hotter than hell
She stay on the low, and she keeps it discreet
A lady in the streets, but a freak in the sheets
Outta high Atlanta, and sweeter than Orange Fanta
An African queen, skin black as Vanta
This bitch hotter than a Glock 18
Pussy purple, sticky like promethazine
I feel like a fiend when she's not around
I love smoking weed as she's going down
She's the baddest bitch that you'll never know
That's why you're broke ass going home alone
You don't even know who you're dancing with
She a fancy bitch, with all that fancy shit
Look at that fancy bitch
Look at that fancy bitch
Look at that fancy bitch
Look at that fancy bitch
With all that fancy shit
She's the baddest bitch that there ever was
Dancing by herself in the middle of the club
A girl like that don't pay for drinks
Anything she wants, she gets for free
She don't want to hear your lame pickup lines
Just want to dance and have a good time
She's street smart, so watch your ass
Get out of line, you better watch your back
This chick fierce, I mean she's a savage
She might be from the projects, but that don't matter
She's an independent woman who keeps it real
Unlike you fake hoes, faux hair and nails
It ain't all about fancy clothes and wealth
It's all about your attitude and health
She got the body of an athlete with a fat gyatt
She be running through my dreams as I take a nap
You don't even know who you're dancing with
She a fancy bitch
With all that fancy shit
Look at that fancy bitch
Look at that fancy bitch
Look at that fancy bitch
Look at that fancy bitch
With all that fancy shit
Written by: Adrian Boeckeler, Andrew Howard, Too $hort
