Jonny 'Ghostwriter' Harris - ATM Jam lyrics

[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 Said you a bad a** b**h, a bad a** b**h That thong get lost in a fat a**, b**h I got racks, racks, racks 'til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do [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'mma drips my pricey garmy (garment) I'm the swami Hyphy hip-cat I'm "freaky-fit-that" I could I could rrrrr-ip-pap Ice on her wrist like high-sophis-chat When I dyke with a b**h,-that's spicy! Get that! [Hook] [Verse 2: Azealia Banks] Ayo P. Do that freaky jam on the beat Iz you with that bu*ter sh**-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 b**h that won't be with her Official with that with that whole steez Flighty-fleety-feather-witch that whip that long weave n***a [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 motherf**in' a** like I told ya Standby soldier standby soldier And work it with the motherf**in' a** like I told ya [Verse 3: Azealia Banks] Ice the berg, white's the fur IMS IN THE HOUSE LIKE NICE SUBURB Pipes on her pout, might pipe the purr Peter pipe been about my pint for sure! Ims 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? (laugh) [Hook: Pharrell] I got racks, racks, racks til the ATM jam Tell me what you gonna do? I got racks, racks, racks 'til the ATM jam Tell me what you gonna do? You a bad a** b**h, a bad a** b**h A thong get lost in a fat a** b**h I got racks, racks, racks 'til the ATM jam [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 stand by soldier, stand by soldier And work it- whip that muthaf**in a** like I told ya! Standby soldier standby soldier And work it with the motherf**in' a** like I told ya (Birds Chirping)