Lyrics Azealia Banks

Azealia Banks

Chips

Jammed in the bill came with the deal

This about to be another jam on the reals

You can dance if you're with it put your game on stills

But you can't can't slip it while the dance on shills

Saw your man, I should meet him and your man toss chips

Went to France on a visa, a hundred grand for the trip

When I lean I could greet him with then lamb on a strip

Little bambs with for the visa for the game and the fit

Damn little diva you're the champ, you're the shit,

You're the glam, and the glitz, you're a vamp you're a bitch

Listen up my nigga, you're a fan, you a trick

You be amp to the spits with ya man's in the whip

And I heard you're rich, heard you're "rich nigga" rich

Heard your click, had to lick

Can you stick to the bricks

And if it splits get your cran in your tips

Put your hand on your dick

Take a gander at this

High you been on my mind, you been on my eyes,

Realize this

Show me, show, show me one time

Right, and even your right the look in your eyes

I like it,

Won't you just show me one time

Uh, uh, uh

I'm everywhere you can't go

I'm everywhere you wish you could

I'm sussed up in that Van Vogue

My weave long and my pussy good

I lift it up, and I tip it slow

That chocolate body that tootsie roll

That flirty Hershey, lawda mercy

Do it to me, don't hurt me, hurt me

Rollie polie, float your boatie

Dick it up it's so swolely swolely

Swolely swolely, he holdin' holdin'

He packin' pack and I'm throwing back

And I'm counting racks while he lick the crack

If he acting up then he gettin slapped

If I pop the trunk, then he gettin clapped

I'll pop ya rump and I'll split your back

High you been on my mind, you been on my eyes,

Realize this

Show me, show, show me one time

Right, and even your right the look in your eyes

I like it,

Won't you just show me one time

Uh, uh, uh

Can I get that

Can I get that whip

Can I take that trip

Can I get that grip

Can I split that chip where my bitch pat

Where my rich cat,

Will you keep that shit when you hit that strip

When you hit that scene, and the scene get a tan

And a six pack, where my bitch pack

Where'd you get them clothes

How you make that roll, how you make that dose

Sip it slow, sip it slow, sip it, sit back

Quit the chit chat

Before I rip that bow, when I rip your soul

When I rip that bow

High you been on my mind, you been on my eyes,

Realize this

Show me, show, show me one time

Right, and even your right the look in your eyes

I like it,

Won't you just show me one time

Uh, uh, uh