Ain’t Know

[Full lyrics available upon release of the song] [Verse 1: Azealia Banks] Ladies and gentlemen, cinnamon, feminine Got plenty of flavor I'm popping and non-stopping and Keep dropping that paper This popular chocolate confidence I'm blocking them haters I'm opulence, prominent, time for this Gun pow to the blazer [Chorus 1: Azealia Banks] Got liquor on the pour Throwing money on the floor Pussy swinging from a pole Gotta pick it up and go Got your nigga on the phone Bet you bitches ain't know Got liquor on the pour Throwing money on the floor Pussy swinging from a pole Gotta pick it up and go Got your nigga on the phone Bet you bitches ain't know [Verse 2: Safaree] Yo, Teflon on the vest Pump in the trunk in the tech Hoes really thot for a check Niggas wild for respect Pull off the lot in the S Scooped up your bitch now it's off to the jet Go, let me see your thighs and your breasts Better yet, make this a bet Putting list on the set Slide into style, when it's wet Ménage à trois [?] I'm that gentleman, [?] Quick with that trigger hands [?] man Who the fuck wanna ride? [?] 45 [?] [?] for the crown, now [?] [Chorus 2: Safaree] Got liquor on the pour 10 carats on the lobe Yeah, nigga got hoes New pussy on my phone Gettin pussy on the go She got a pussy made of gold Got liquor on the pour 10 carats on the lobe Yeah, nigga got hoes New pussy on my phone Gettin pussy on the go Bet you bitches ain't know [Verse 3: Azealia Banks] Back to the boom boom bass Little bit of booze and a chase Wiggle when I move and I shake Lady snake, dominate Jigglin the boobs in ya face Hit the perico with some old niggas Mm, mm, aye Jimmy Choo shoes in the safe Two chopsticks on the plate True to the game Roof off the coupe in the day