Mr. Fancy

Luckily my morals are hidden behind a paper bag

Grab a rag wash down my car the missile has no cracks

Blowing up every party nickname is the fucking frag

Not to brag but my Garage the size of Chilliwack

Coke-a-Cola truck the green missile wasn't sufficient

Rob a bank last weekend do it again grab the blueprints

It's a hasty decision to drop mills on fashion shit

Once you see the bag and tux you know it's over with

Call me Mr. Fancy bitch you sleeping on me get a grip

Wear my red tie black suit to a lawsuit bitch I got the fit

I'm a Culprit with a dream of laundering and counterfeit

Feeling soaked and wet tuxedo drowning in this fucking drip

Killing these fucks and I'm killing these bitches

But you don't what I do in my tie

They trying stepping and die

Bloody bodies going up as the fly

Shit my suit red from the bloodshed

Put lead to his and he plead

People hear shit and fled

Pull out the gun and spread

Making sure we hit the fedsFancy ass skin mask

From this fucking Richie

Ate his wife's flesh

And I did it real quickly now I got they money

And I'm doing sum funny

I buy suit burn them dolla bills

Cops in pursuit and I shoot for the thrill

It's one bullet six fuckin kills

I'm exited I mothafuckin squeal

But bitch I'm Mr. Fancy

Call me Mr. Fancy bitch you sleeping on me get a grip

Wear my red tie black suit to a lawsuit bitch I got the fit

I'm a Culprit with a dream of laundering and counterfeit

Feeling soaked and wet tuxedo drowning in this fucking drip