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[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?