ATM Jam Lyrics

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!

[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]