Yeah, I want all your money
I want art
I want dresses for my scars
I like Gucci, Louis V
I’ll take anything you feed
I need everything at once
That eight figure and a blunt
In my head like oh my gaga
I’ve been doing this for months, oh
All this drank is making me fancy
All this drank is making me fancy
Pull the plug yeah if you’re not with me
All this drank is making me
I call home to check if I’m alive
Get away just for the night
Wake up nothings in my eyes
I need more things in my life
I got emptiness to hide
I got too much on my mind
I need plaques and I need signs
Make them diamonds multiply, yeah
All this drank is making me fancy
All this drank is making me fancy
Pull the plug yeah if you’re not with me
All this drank is making me fancy
Fancy, fancy
Making me fancy
Making me fancy
I want money on my mind
Making me fancy
Gucci, Louis V
Making me fancy
Everything you want
If you’re not with me
Head like oh my gaga
Making me fancy
FANCY