Azealia Banks - Chips lyrics

Champ in the buil', and what the deal?
This about to be another jam on the reals
You could dance if you with it
With ya gams on stilts
But ya can't-can't slip up on her dance floor
She'll steal your man if she meet him
And ya man toss chips
Went to France and Ibiza
Hundred grand for the trip when I land
I get greeted with the lamb on the strip
Little Bam swiped the Visa for
The glam and the fit
Damn lil' diva you the champ, you the shit
You the glamour, the glitz
You a vamp, you a witch
Listen up my nigga you a fan, you a trick
You be amped to the spit's
With ya mans in the whip
And heard ya rich, heard ya rich nigga rich
Heard ya clique hit a lick and
Ya stick to the bricks
And if it split's, get ya cran and ya tips
Put ya hand on ya dick, take a gander at this

Hi, ribbon up my mind, open up my eyes
Realize this and show me, show
Show me one time ay ay, ay ay, ay ay
Ride, a lift in your ride
The look in your eyes, i like it
So won't ya show, show me one time?
Ay ay, ay ay, ay ay

I'm everywhere you can't go
I'm everywhere you wish you could
I'm stitched-ed 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 lawd' a mercy
Do it to me, don't hurt me, hurt me
Roly poly, float ya boatie
Dick get up - it's so swolly-swolly
Swollen-swollen, he holding-holding
He packing pack and I'm throwing back
And I'm counting racks while
He lick the crack
If he acting up then he getting slapped
If I pop the truck then he getting clapped
I'll pop ya rump and I'll split ya back

Hi, ribbon up my mind, open up my eyes
Realize this and show me, show
Show me one time ay ay, ay ay, ay ay
Ride, a lift in your ride
The look in your eyes, i like it
So won't ya show, show me one time?
Ay ay, ay ay, ay ay

Can I get that?
Can I get that whip? Can I take
That trip? Can I get that grip?
Can I split that chip with my bitch pack?
Where my rich cats? Where ya keep that ship
When ya hit that strip?
And ya hit that sand, in the sand
Get a tan on ya six pack
Where my bitch pack?
Where ya get them clothes?
How you make that roll?
How you make that dough?
Sip it slow, sip it slow, sip it, sit back
Quit the chit-chat
'fore I grip that fou' and I lift your soul
When I lick that, go nigga
Go nigga, go nigga, go nigga

Hi, ribbon up my mind, open up my eyes
Realize this and show me, show
Show me one time ay ay, ay ay, ay ay
Ride, a lift in your ride
The look in your eyes, i like it
So won't ya show, show me one time?
Ay ay, ay ay, ay ay