ATM Jam (Kaytranada Edition)

Lyrics

[Intro: Azealia Banks] Ha [Verse 1: Azealia Banks] Thank you dolly, buy the Barbie I can admit, I likes to party I spent a grip, I swipes the cardy When I heist, I'ma drips my pricey garmy (Uh) I'm the swami, hyphy hip-cat I'm "freaky-fit-that", I could rip-pap Ice on her wrist like high-sophis-chat When I dyke with a bitch, that's spicy, get that [Chorus: Pharrell Williams] 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 And you a badass bitch, a badass bitch That thong get swallowed in a fatass 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 And you a badass bitch, a badass bitch That thong get swallowed in a fatass 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 it, that thong thing (Ha) 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 Williams] 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 And you a badass bitch, a badass bitch That thong get swallowed in a fatass 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 And you a badass bitch, a badass bitch That thong get swallowed in a fatass 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 I'ms in the house, like, "Nice suburb" Pipes on her pout, might pipe the purr Peter pipe been about my pint for sure "I'ms 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? Ha-ha-ha [Chorus: Pharrell Williams] 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 And you a badass bitch, a badass bitch That thong get swallowed in a fatass 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 And you a badass bitch, a badass bitch That thong get swallowed in a fatass bitch I got racks, racks, racks 'til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do [Outro: Pharrell Williams] They shootin' in the parking lot Everybody get low They shootin' in the parking lot It ain't where you wanna go Now standby soldier, standby soldier And work it, whip that motherfuckin' ass like I told ya Standby soldier, standby soldier And work it with the motherfuckin' ass like I told ya