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features Pharrell [Hook: Pharrell] x2 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 You a bad ass bitch, a bad ass bitch That thong get lost in the fat ass, bitch I got racks, racks, racks 'til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do [Verse 1: Azealia Banks] Thank u darly Buy the barry I can admit I likes to party I spent a grip I swipes the cardy When I heist, I'mma drips my pricey garmy I'm the swami Hyphy hip-cat I'm "freaky-fit-that" I could rrrrrr-ip-pap (rap) Ice on her wrist like high-sophis-chat When I dyke with a bitch, that's spicy! Get that! Letras de canciones[Hook] [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 deeky, whistle-wetter Slip that slit (that thong thing) Hyphy-cheeky-cheddar-checker get her own cheese That's a chicken w/ 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 [Bridge: Pharrell] 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 with the motherfuckin' ass like I told ya Standby soldier standby soldier And work it with the motherfuckin' ass like I told ya [Hook] From Letras Mania