Offset, Big Scarr - Fantasy lyrics

(Ayo Bandplay) woah, woah
Let's go, let's go woah, woah
Let's go, let's go uh, uh
Woah, woah, woah, woah

Uh, pockets on fat like they got a TEC (Uh)
Keep the beef street, we can handle it, man
Bitch bad and bougie, she glamourous
Buy her own Gucci
Channel when she pamperin' (Nah)
You right this shit wasn't my fantasy
Now I just cut on the beat and I damage it
(Woah) if I drop a bag, I need bandages
In love with the money
I count it romantically

Get to the money, keep stackin' it
Me falling off, no
I can't see that happening
Wanna see mama 'nem living happily
House in the hills
That bitch look like a factory
Run it up, I expanded my salary
Reach for these chains
Turn the show to a tragedy
My grandma been said I'm a masterpiece
Foot on they neck, no
These niggas can't handle me
I'm a king, yeah
They call me "Your majesty"
Gotta move smart 'cause them
Folks tryna hassle me
I remember when my teachers doubted me
Now I pop shit on the school and the faculty
Space coupe with no roof, see the galaxy
I hit your bitch from the back on the balcony
Uh, AR-15, it shoot rapidly
Tryna hit something, no
I'm not with the cappery (Nah)
Nigga know I'm on top
With this rappin' shit
Tryna knock me out my spot
I ain't havin' it
Yeah, I used to be broke, now I'm havin' it
Drip every day in they face like a mannequin
If I up, I'ma shoot, I ain't panickin'
I chase the Perc' with the
Wock' tryna balance it
I fucked her and her friend
On some mummy shit
Is she find out it's collateral damage (Uh)

Uh, pockets on fat like they got a TEC (Uh)
Keep the beef street, we can handle it, man
Bitch bad and bougie, she glamourous
Buy her own Gucci
Channel when she pamperin' (Nah)
You right this shit wasn't my fantasy
Now I just cut on the beat and I damage it
(Woah) if I drop a bag, I need bandages
In love with the money
I count it romantically
Uh, pockets on fat like they got a TEC (Uh)
Keep the beef street, we can handle it man
Bitch bad and bougie, she glamourous
Buy her own Gucci
Channel when she pamperin' (Nah)
You right this shit wasn't my fantasy
Now I just cut on the beat and I damage it
(Woah) if I drop a bag, I need bandages
In love with the money
I count it romantically (Woo, Offset)

I see a opp and I damage him (Opp)
762, he a pack like some cannabis (He a pack)
Private the jet when I'm landin' it (Jet)
I want my money right now, I'm demandin' it
(Now)
I was the one on the block that was handlin'
(Handlin') mama was panickin'
(Pannickin') , fresh like a mannequin
Packs in the cabinet, diamonds is candlelit
(Candlelit) dracs with the switches
Someone call the ambulance (Grrah)
Watchin' my drip like some
Cameras and drones
I walk out the house and I put that shit on
(Put it on)
Smell the cologne, Comme des Garçons (Guess)
Patek two-toned, that show that I'm grown
(Grown)
I'm having cash, I don't need a loan (Cash)
Look at my bitch, she bad to the bone (Bad)
Look at her wrist, she got skeleton bones
(Skeleton)
'Fore I was on, I spinned on my own (Hey)
Back to back 'Lambos and Maybachs
I'm creepin' (Skrrt)
She see a star, want a picture, I freeze her
(Freeze)
My bitch don't be fuckin' with that
She a diva (Nah)
I know these thottie lil' bitches be evil
(Evil)
We sendin' shots like injecting a needle
(Bow) running up a hundred racks
Trap like a speaker (Racks)
She a bad bitch got her own, she a keeper
(Keeper)
Dope boy, dope boy, Forgis on a Regal (Dope)
Ho boy, you was on the field cheerleading
(Ho) find me and Richard when I
Walk up out a meeting (Yes sir)
Five on a Richard and it's going up on media
(Uh)
Get it back, repeat, fuck her then delete it
(Go) pull up in a 'Ghini, man
I used to be a needy (Skrrt)
Gotta get your money, but you never be greedy
(Racks) magic like a genie
I can beat it when I'm heated (Beat it)
I'm heated, let the choppa sing like Alliyah
(Ayy)

Uh, pockets on fat like they got a TEC (Uh)
Keep the beef street, we can handle it, man
Bitch bad and bougie, she glamourous
Buy her own Gucci
Channel when she pamperin' (Nah)
You right this shit wasn't my fantasy
Now I just cut on the beat and I damage it
(Woah) if I drop a bag, I need bandages
In love with the money
I count it romantically
Uh, pockets on fat like they got a TEC (Uh)
Keep the beef street, we can handle it, man
Bitch bad and bougie, she glamourous
Buy her own Gucci
Channel when she pamperin' (Nah)
You right this shit wasn't my fantasy
Now I just cut on the beat and I damage it
(Woah) if I drop a bag, I need bandages
In love with the money
I count it romantically