Fancy Ass b*tch lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J]
Ghetto ass chick
Break down green for me
If I would let her, she would count up this cheese for me
It's going down like I knew it would
We gon' keep on makin' money 'cause this honey is good
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I love a fancy ass b*tch
Diamonds on her wrist
Always had ass, but she paid for her tits
Love to talk sh*t
Head game the sh*t
Claim she hate attention but she love to take pics

[Post-Chorus: JT, Juicy J & Both]
He want a icy ass b*tch
That love that pricey sh*t
He know my money long, like my weave, thirty inch
Birkin on my hip, wear it like a clip
Need a Cuban choker with a buss down on my wrist
I lovе a fancy ass b*tch
I'm a fancy ass b*tch
Oh, you a fancy ass b*tch
I'm a fancy ass b*tch
You love to talk sh*t
Yeah, I love to talk sh*t
Onе thing that I love is a fancy ass b*tch
[Verse 1: JT]
n*ggas never play me, b*tch, I played along
Treat him like a big dog, give him coochie till that money gone
pus*y got me Porsches and that pus*y got vou Uber'd home
He ate the pus*y so much, man, I think the pus*y gone
Sexy ass b*tch and I know it
Ass in his face, and I told that n*gga "Blow it"
I'm a real freak b*tch, I ain't with the neat sh*t
Fancy ass b*tch, but you know I like that skreet di*k
Titties sitting pretty, pus*y got power
If his money long, he can get it for some hours
And hours, and hours
My pus*y got power
Where the big di*k n*ggas that move a lot of powder?

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I love a fancy ass b*tch
Diamonds on her wrist
Always had ass, but she paid for her tits
Love to talk sh*t
Head game the sh*t
Claim she hate attention but she love to take pics

[Post-Chorus: JT, Juicy J & Both]
He want a icy ass b*tch
That love that pricey sh*t
He know my money long, like my weave, thirty inch
Birkin on my hip, wear it like a clip
Need a Cuban choker with a buss down on my wrist
I love a fancy ass b*tch
I'm a fancy ass b*tch
Oh, you a fancy ass b*tch
I'm a fancy ass b*tch
You love to talk sh*t
Yeah, I love to talk sh*t
One thing that I love is a fancy ass b*tch
[Verse 2: Yung Miami]
Put me in a room full of b*tches, I'ma stand out
He know I'm the sh*t, I ain't come here for no handouts
f*ck 'em, suck 'em, put his ass to sleep, I'm talkin' man down
Rich n*gga raise yo' hand, all the broke n*ggas get ran down
Fancy ass b*tch, candy-coated coochie, take a lick
How many Birkins do he buy before I let a n*gga hit?
Put his head between my thighs, now he runnin' 'round lit
I ain't trippin' about no n*gga he only good for the di*k
Get head, then leave
Yo' bread, I need
Hermes, new weave
Hit Paris, oui, oui
French tip, white toes, young b*tch livin' fancy
Ho, this ain't no Cartier, my diamonds stay dancin'

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I love a fancy ass b*tch
Diamonds on her wrist
Always had ass, but she paid for her tits
Love to talk sh*t
Head game the sh*t
Claim she hate attention but she love to take pics

[Post-Chorus: JT, Juicy J & Both]
He want a icy ass b*tch
That love that pricey sh*t
He know my money long, like my weave, thirty inch
Birkin on my hip, wear it like a clip
Need a Cuban choker with a buss down on my wrist
I love a fancy ass b*tch
I'm a fancy ass b*tch
Oh, you a fancy ass b*tch
I'm a fancy ass b*tch
You love to talk sh*t
Yeah, I love to talk sh*t
One thing that I love is a fancy ass b*tch