Lyrics Azealia Banks

Azealia Banks

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Yo, you rocking with with the man crook

You can get your man took quicker than your hand shook

No frontin', it's about his paper

He a giver, I'm a taker and a fibber and a faker

You gotta spend a lot for this behavior

If it ain't about a dollar, I'm a holler at you later

Yeah, you already know

I get the dough and it's never slow (and it's never slow)

Never know, and if you don't, it's whatever, yo

(Pay, pay, pay)

Gotta get it, gotta get, I gotta get it

You gotta spend a lot for this behavior

If it ain't about a dollar, I'm a holler at you later

Light skin world, light skin girls

Switching his vanilla cause he likes that swirl, yeah

He like black girls and he love a musician

And fucking with this older nigga, he a fucking magician, son

He tricking off, cause my verse perverse

And jerking off when a bitch rehearse him

When I lift the skirt, your nigga never gotta be coerced

Just squirt and he eats the dessert and that's some real shit

I mean real tits, nice ass, tight twat

Dome fucking up a nigga home, call a bitch S.W.A.T

I get it tighter than a gridlock

Open your face and let a bitch squat

I tell him you should let his bitch watch

Cause she wanna piss, nah

I tell her she could lick this box

Cause I ain't really with that dick-swap

Even if you switch socks

Bitch is fishier than Chip Shop

And he was praying that her shit pop

Every time I say deeper, I get it warmer than a space heater

No ordinary taste either, this that candy

He was tryin' lick it off to see through my panties

I was tryin' kick it, but he was like can he-

Eat a little dinner, want to sit with my family

Nah, there's probably not a lot in this container

If it ain't about a dollar, I'm a holler at you later (ha!)