Dissecting “Fancy”

[Verse 1 — Iggy Azalea:]

First thing’s first, I’m the realest (realest)    – Wow that’s arrogant. I’m pretty cocky myself, but I don’t announce that I’m the best in the in my genre in my first popular single. – Being her first popular single Iggy feels the need establish herself as an artist equal to those already in the industry.

Drop this and let the whole world feel it (let them feel it)

And I’m still in the Murda Bizness    – Bullshit, you’re an Australian rapper who rose to fame thanks to record companies, you ain’t murderin’ shit.

I could hold you down, like I’m givin’ lessons in physics (right, right)    – What are you talking about? Are you talking about how boring physics classes are? Are you referring to gravity? In which case that makes no sense.

You should want a bad bitch like this (huh?)

Drop it low and pick it up just like this (yeah)

Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris    – Okay stop right there, we need to get something straight. The point of this is to show how class and rich she is by flaunting the alcohol she drinks. Except Grey Goose isn’t that expensive. Ace and Cristal are really expensive; like a fraction of you or mines income expensive. Goose is pricey for Bevmo.

High heels, somethin’ worth a half a ticket on my wrist (on my wrist)    – Hold the fuck up. According to urban dictionary, a “Ticket” is one million dollars. That means she’s spending 500,000 dollars on a wrist accessory. Bill Gates doesn’t even spend money like that, and I don’t think you’re as rich as Bill Gates (and it doesn’t matter if you were) so that’s just financially irresponsible.

Takin’ all the liquor straight, never chase that (never)    – Have fun with that hangover.

Rooftop like we bringin’ ’88 back (what?)    – Iggy, you were born in 1990, you don’t know what ‘88 was like. It could have been completely boring for all you really know.

Bring the hooks in, where the bass at?    – What are you talking about? Are you referring to music? In that case, the hook is the first line you said, and the bass began as soon as the song began. Are you talking about fishing? If so that makes absolutely no sense and doesn’t have anything to do with being fancy.

Champagne spillin’, you should taste that    – Now that’s just rude and pompous, I’m not lapping up your spilled champagne.

[Chorus — Charli XCX:]

I’m so fancy

You already know    – That and judging by your attitudes I know you two are dickheads as well.

I’m in the fast lane

From L.A. to Tokyo    – When did that highway get built? Because now I really want to go to some conventions.

I’m so fancy

Can’t you taste this gold?    – No and I don’t want to; I don’t know where that’s been.

Remember my name

‘Bout to blow

[Verse 2 — Iggy Azalea:]

I said, “Baby, I do this, I thought that you knew this.”    – Do what exactly!?

Can’t stand no haters and honest, the truth is        – Those aren’t haters Iggy, those are critics.

And my flow retarded, they speak it depart it        – Okay, hold on, you left the last verse with “The truth is” as if you were about to say something, then you followed this verse with “And my flow is retarded” which infers that it is in addition to something else, except it doesn’t work like that. I’m sorry but if that’s how you go from line to line, then your flow is just that.

Swagger on super, I can’t shop at no department    – What swag? Fine, stay at your expensive ass stores, more bargains for the rest of us.

Better get my money on time, if they not money, decline    – Okay I can’t be the only one confused by this. First she’s demanding, what seems to be actual money, on time. Then it seems as though she’s referring to “money” as a synonym for rich people.

And swear I meant that there so much that they give that line a rewind     – What?

So get my money on time, if they not money, decline    – If I didn’t get it the first time, reiterating it isn’t going to make me understand.

I just can’t worry ’bout no haters, gotta stay on my grind    – If this is the result, it’s not much of a grind is it?

Now tell me, who that, who that? That do that, do that?     – Can you tell me why you feel the need to repeat each phrase twice?

Put that paper over all, I thought you knew that, knew that

I be the I-G-G-Y, put my name in bold

I been working, I’m up in here with some change to throw    – Rich people don’t throw change, and the people don’t want your change either.

[Chorus — Charli XCX:]

I’m so fancy

You already know

I’m in the fast lane

From L.A. to Tokyo

I’m so fancy

Can’t you taste this gold?

Remember my name

‘Bout to blow

[Bridge — Charli XCX:]

Trash the hotel

Let’s get drunk on the mini bar    – Rich people don’t get drunk at the mini bar; they get drunk at the bar bar, party everywhere else and get away with it.

Make the phone call            – To who?

Feels so good getting what I want

Yeah, keep on turning it up        – Turning what up?

Chandelier swinging, we don’t give a fuck    – Clearly, as evidence shows you spend half-a-million on wrist accessories, announce to the world you’re the greatest rapper, order people around, denounce normal life, and treat people like peasants. You clearly don’t give a fuck but should maybe start being a decent, courteous, human being.

Film star, yeah I’m deluxe    – What film? Modesty much?

Classic, expensive, you don’t get to touch

Ow…

[Verse 3 — Iggy Azalea:]

Still stuntin’, how you love that?    – At this point, I’m wondering if you’re stuntin’ or stunting

Got the whole world asking how I does that

Hot girl, hands off, don’t touch that

Look at it I bet you wishing you could clutch that

It’s just the way you like it, huh?

You’re so good, he’s just wishing he could bite it, huh?

Never turn down nothing, – The previous 5 lines are the obligatory references to ass.

Slaying these hoes, gold trigger on the gun like

[Chorus — Charli XCX:]

I’m so fancy

You already know

I’m in the fast lane

From L.A. to Tokyo

I’m so fancy

Can’t you taste this gold?

Remember my name

‘Bout to blow

[Outro]

Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y

That do that, do that, I-I-G-G-Y

Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y

Blow

Who-who-who-who that, who that, I-G-G-Y

That do that, do that, I-G-G-Y

Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y – We, unfortunately already know who you are; youu can stop now.

Blow

Conclusion:

Holy hell this song is bullshit. I couldn’t get anything out of this.

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