Fancy b*tch lyrics

[Intro: WIFIGAWD]
Gas in my body, pull up with that shotty
That b*tch, I can call it, hundreds in my pocket
Million dollar lick, young n*gga I'm on it
Million dollar lick, young n*gga I'm on it

[Verse 1: WIFIGAWD]
You a fancy b*tch
You a designer b*tch, on my designer sh*t
Goyard on me, I be off the sh*t, 30k on my wrist
Shined up when I be walkin' in, then I be talkin' sh*t
[?] be off the sh*t, my n*ggas buck, my n*ggas startin' sh*t
Gas in my body, pull up with that shotty
That b*tch, I can call it, hundreds in my pocket
Million dollar lick, young n*gga I'm on it
Million dollar lick, young n*gga I'm on it

[Verse 2: Trippy Jones
I got the juice, the wave
[?] always behave
All the f*ck n*ggas [?] hate
Get the f*ck out of my face
I got the juice, the wave
[?] always behave
All the f*ck n*ggas [?] hate
Get the f*ck out of my face
Movin' out the [?], I keep it ice cold
Swimmin like the [?], make the time [?]
Bad lil' b*tch and she making all my clothes
Eat the pus*y up, got her curling at the toes
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Lil' codeine, still [?] than the lean
When I knock a b*tch lil' boy out clean