Lyrics

[Verse 1: Azealia Banks] Thank you, darly Buy the barry I can admit I likes to party I spent a grip, I swipes the cardy When I heist, I'ma drips my pricey garmy (Garment) I'm the swami Hyphy hip-cat, I'm "freaky-fit-that" I could rip that Ice on her wrist like high-sophis-chat When I dyke with a bitch, that's spicy, get that [Chorus: Pharrell] I got racks, racks, racks, 'til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do I got racks, racks, racks, 'til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do Said you a bad ass bitch, a bad ass bitch That thong get swallowed in that fat ass, bitch I got racks, racks, racks 'til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do I got racks, racks, racks, 'til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do I got racks, racks, racks, 'til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do Said you a bad ass bitch, a bad ass bitch That thong get swallowed in that fat ass, bitch I got racks, racks, racks 'til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do [Verse 2: Azealia Banks] Ayo, P, do that freaky jam on the beat Is you with that butter shit-that, that bonne vie? Did you divvy, did you double dig that? That song sings, freaky deaky, whistle-wetter, slip that slit (That thong thing) Hyphy-cheeky-cheddar-checker get her own cheese That's a chicken with her head off That's that bitch that won't be with her Official with that with that whole steez Flighty-fleety-feather-witch that whip that long weave, nigga [Chorus: Pharrell] I got racks, racks, racks, 'til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do I got racks, racks, racks, 'til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do Said you a bad ass bitch, a bad ass bitch That thong get swallowed in that fat ass, bitch I got racks, racks, racks 'til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do I got racks, racks, racks, 'til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do I got racks, racks, racks, 'til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do Said you a bad ass bitch, a bad ass bitch That thong get swallowed in that fat ass, bitch I got racks, racks, racks 'til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do [Verse 3: Azealia Banks] Ice the berg, white's the fur Im's in the house, like nice suburb Pipes on her pout, might pipe the purr Peter pipe been about my pint for sure Im's a mermaid, rhymes the Nurse I'm little red ride, ride the verse My shimmy-shake's inside the shirt Should a dyke and a gay guy try to flirt?