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The 1920’s were truly a fancy decade, so Ashley Stroud joined us to re-imagine Iggy Azalea’s hit song as if it was sung by a Jazz Age flapper. Perfect for your next Great Gatsby-themed party. Check out the sweet tap break at 1:58!
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Ashley Stroud – vocals
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Michael Sailors – trumpet
https://www.mikesailors.com/
Nick Finzer – trombone
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Jay Rattman – clarinet
http://www.jayrattman.com
Adam Kubota – bass
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Allan Mednard – drums
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Scott Bradlee – piano & arrangement
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She is sooooo good!!!! I want more sings from her
Certainly a more pristine, smoother, cooler, more pleasant, nicer, all around better version. Ashley Stroud's singing and attire give me some rather strong Becky Sharp from Vanity Fair vibes, especially since this song suits Becky Sharp well overall. Another masterful job by PostmodernJukebox.
Love the gloves.
For years, I occasionally come back to this song version. It cheers me up.
Me encanta <3
Bloody sexxxxxyyyy .๐ฑ๐
Ms. Chalice being herself. โ๐บ๐
Damn straight hunny!
> tfw no sassy choco waifu who sings 20s pop
This is incredible! It's been a while since I've been teleported to another time period and seen an elevated version from the original… PMJB x Ashley Stroud = FIRE
Fantastic!
First things first, I'm the realest (realest)
Drop this and let the whole world feel it (let 'em feel it)
And I'm still in the Murda Bizness
I can hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics (right, right?)
You should want a bad bitch like this (ha?)
Drop it low and pick it up just like this (yeah)
Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris
High heels, somethin' worth a half a ticket on my wrist (on my wrist)
Takin' all the liquor straight, never chase that (never)
Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back (what?)
Bring the hooks in, where the bass at?
Champagne spillin', you should taste that
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-oh-oh-oh
I said, baby, I do this, I thought that you knew this
Can't stand no haters and honest, the truth is
And my flow retarded, each beat dear, departed
Swagger on stupid, I can't shop at no department
And get my money on time, if they not money, decline
And swear I meant that there so much that I give that line a rewind
Said I get my money on time, if they not money, decline
I just can't worry 'bout no haters, gotta stay on my grind
Now tell me, who that, who that?
That do that, do that?
Put that paper over all, I thought you knew that, knew that
I be that I-G-G-Y, put my name in bold
I been working, I'm up in here with some change to throw
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-oh-oh-oh
Trash the hotel
Let's get drunk on the minibar
Make the phone call
Feels so good getting what I want
Yeah, keep on turning it up
Chandelier swinging, we don't give a fuck
Film star, yeah, I'm deluxe
Classic, expensive, you don't get to touch, ow
Still stunting, how you love that?
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
That's just the way you like it, huh?
It's so good, he's just wishing he could bite it, huh?
Never turn down nothin'
Slaying these hoes, gold trigger on the gun like
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-oh-oh-oh
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
(Blow-oh-oh-oh)
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
(Blow-oh-oh-oh)
Love this girl. Beautiful, talented, and all out amazing!
Whatta dame!๐
First things first, I'm the realest (realest)
Drop this and let the whole world feel it (let 'em feel it)
And I'm still in the Murda Bizness
I can hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics (right, right?)
You should want a bad bitch like this (ha?)
Drop it low and pick it up just like this (yeah)
Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris
High heels, somethin' worth a half a ticket on my wrist (on my wrist)
Takin' all the liquor straight, never chase that (never)
Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back (what?)
Bring the hooks in, where the bass at?
Champagne spillin', you should taste that
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-oh-oh-oh
I said, baby, I do this, I thought that you knew this
Can't stand no haters and honest, the truth is
And my flow retarded, each beat dear, departed
Swagger on stupid, I can't shop at no department
And get my money on time, if they not money, decline
And swear I meant that there so much that I give that line a rewind
Said I get my money on time, if they not money, decline
I just can't worry 'bout no haters, gotta stay on my grind
Now tell me, who that, who that?
That do that, do that?
Put that paper over all, I thought you knew that, knew that
I be that I-G-G-Y, put my name in bold
I been working, I'm up in here with some change to throw
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-oh-oh-oh
Trash the hotel
Let's get drunk on the minibar
Make the phone call
Feels so good getting what I want
Yeah, keep on turning it up
Chandelier swinging, we don't give a fuck
Film star, yeah, I'm deluxe
Classic, expensive, you don't get to touch, ow
Still stunting, how you love that?
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
That's just the way you like it, huh?
It's so good, he's just wishing he could bite it, huh?
Never turn down nothin'
Slaying these hoes, gold trigger on the gun like
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-oh-oh-oh
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
(Blow-oh-oh-oh)
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
(Blow-oh-oh-oh)
original lyric
This version is exponentially better than the original. The pianist is exceptionally talented and Ashley Stroud is exceptionally sexy!!
That costume though.
irst things first, I'm the realest (realest)
Drop this and let the whole world feel it (let 'em feel it)
And I'm still in the murder business
I can hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics (right)
You should want a bad bitch like this (ha)
Drop it low and pick it up just like this (yeah)
Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris
High heels, somethin' worth a half a ticket on my wrist (on my wrist)
Takin' all the liquor straight, never chase that (never)
Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back (what)
Bring the hooks in, where the bass at?
Champagne spillin', you should taste that
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
I said baby, I do this, I thought that, you knew this
Can't stand no haters and honest, the truth is
And my flow retarded, they speak it, depart it
Swagger on super, I can't shop at no department
Better get my money on time, if they not money, decline
And swear I meant that there so much that they give that line a rewind
So get my money on time, if they not money, decline
I just can't worry 'bout no haters, gotta stay on my grind
Now tell me, who that, who that?
That do that, do that?
Put that paper over all, I thought you knew that, knew that
I be that I-G-G-Y, put my name in bold
I been working, I'm up in here with some change to throw
Sheโs very good and so cute
She is great
How is she JUST popping up in my PMJ feed after 7 years?
It feel what ever era they sung it in however I guess the lyrics wouldn't work becuase of certain not used in that era
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God put this and Ashley in a great 20s gangster film
ARRANGIAMENTO STUPENDO. GREETINGS FROM SOUTH ITALY