Azealia Banks - The Chill$ lyrics

I'mma pay check checka, homewrecka
Somethin' like an open panel leather in
Cold weather with no sweater
No cheddar is no pleasure
He won't even get to eat the
Box if it gets wetter
See an opportunity to hop if the chips better
But, I ain't a fat bitch, I'mma go getta
Let a chick come to war, I'mma go get her
And feed her ass to my
Bitches like old dinner
Right off the bat I got ya
Nigga pullin' shit outta hat
Cuz I can look em in the
Face while I'm arching my back
Check his microphone
Suck the gristle off his bone
Like tryna quench your thirst to get
Your hands on his phone that I don't condone
He's fucked up he ain't right
And a bitch is prone to
Lay back and take pipe
Fuck the drama I'm too pretty
For a fist fight
Keep my money comin' and I keep
All of my lips tight

Your tonque is sharp
But, I miss the taste of it
(They be puttin' up the digit's
If he if he wanna hit it
If he if he wanna hit it
If he if he wanna hit it) you say time heals
There's not enough of it
(be puttin' up the digit's
If he if he wanna hit it
If he if he wanna hit it
If he if he wanna hit it)

I be takin' brother's cousin's uncles
Like the war in Iraq
I eat his cabbage like a savage
Then I'm sending it back
To his wife you ain't a lot
Of oxygen in his wallet
If you tryna fuck with Banks
You better make a deposit
I be herpin' niggas early like
They tryna cop Supreme hats
But, I do switch up for the buck
Like homie let me see that
Always strap up for the fuck he
Could be where disease at
And a dude like us he can touch
But I ain't tryna conceive that
You got them demons in you
Semen Nigga keep that
One drop of that white stuff can
Severly fuck my life up
And you know I keep my site up
And all I see is fetty
No I don't need no babies and
No rabies in my belly
Adoption ain't an option strap up or pack up
Try somethin' slick and get
Your dick hacked up
So you can either hit the door in peace
Or watchin' me hit the floor in pieces
Believe this

Pussy be the x, but I don't pop pills
I put it on his top lip like "Got milk?"
Wetter than the sea a nigga might need gills
The type of shit that make
A dude wanna pay bills
Next thing you know he got
Me written in his will
And I'm waiting on the day that I
Can come off with the mill
Niggas offer me shit like they
All a bunch of Buddhists
But, I ain't a golddigger
I'm a fuckin' opportunist