Fancy...

Lyrics

[Intro - DJ ad-libs in the background, turntable scratches, deep sub-bass sliding in, male vocals smooth and low]
Yeah, yeah
Uh-huh
Heh, DJ, bring it back
You know the type

[Verse 1 - silky R&B vocals over a heavy bass line, crisp hi-hats, smooth snare, moody club groove]
You step in the room like you own every light
Talkin' to everybody, flirtin' all night
Actin' so thirsty, movin' real bold
Like you ain't got a heart, just a story untold

You smile at her, then you smile at him
Same little game, same crooked grin
But when I look away, you want what I got
Jealous of the love, but you want the spot

[Pre-Chorus - rising melody, layered harmonies, snare build, DJ scratches in the pocket]
You play too slick, but I see right through
You want my attention, want my whole crew too
Always reachin' for the things that shine
But you can't stand it when they call me fine

[Chorus - big smooth hook, booming bass, noticeable hi-hats, stacked vocals, club-ready bounce]
You a hoe-ass dude, yeah, the whole room know
Flirtin' with everybody, puttin' on a show
Jealous when I got the ones you want
Actin' like a player, but you just front

You a hoe-ass dude, can't hide that vibe
Talk too much game, but you never satisfied
Always want the guys I got in my view
You want the world, but the world don't want you

[Verse 2 - darker R&B groove, remixed vocal chops, turntables repeating, tighter hi-hats]
You stay in my face, then you switch up quick
One minute sweet, next minute slick
Tryna pull my people with a jealous stare
Like I won't notice you been starin' there

You love the attention, need every eye
But you hate it when I walk by
I see the envy in your little disguise
It's written all over your fake-ass pride

[Pre-Chorus - building tension, harmonies rising, bass swelling, DJ ad-libs]
You play too slick, but I see right through
You want my attention, want my whole crew too
Always reachin' for the things that shine
But you can't stand it when they call me fine

[Chorus - full band, punchy snare, thick bass, background DJ hype]
You a hoe-ass dude, yeah, the whole room know
Flirtin' with everybody, puttin' on a show
Jealous when I got the ones you want
Actin' like a player, but you just front

You a hoe-ass dude, can't hide that vibe
Talk too much game, but you never satisfied
Always want the guys I got in my view
You want the world, but the world don't want you

[Bridge - stripped-back bass and keys, echoing turntable cuts, vulnerable but sharp male vocal]
You say it's me, but it's really you
Tryna borrow confidence you never knew
All that talk, but it don't mean a thing
When you can't be real, you can't wear the ring

[Final Verse - hyped-up rapper verse, aggressive flow, heavy 808s, trap hats, DJ scratches, club energy]
Yeah, he post up, act up, claim he a star
But he chase every vibe in the bar
Want the drip, want the look, want the crew I roll with
Mad 'cause his lane fake and mine stay lit

He jealous, obvious, can't even lie
Eyes on my life while he chase the high
Talk slick, walk quick, always on the prowl
But everybody peepin' that he just foul

[Outro - repeated turntables, bass fading, DJ ad-libs, smooth vocal runs]
Yeah, everybody know
He a hoe-ass dude
Uh-huh
Flirtin' with everybody
But you can't take the truth
Yeah, yeah