Released: July 11, 2012

Songwriter: Azealia Banks

Producer: OWWWLS

[Verse 1]
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 spits, 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 splits, get ya cran and ya tips
Put ya hand on ya dick, take a gander at this

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 3]
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

[Chorus]
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

Azealia Banks

Azealia Banks is a hip hop artist and singer from Harlem. Since her first steps as a child in off-broadway theatre productions to her training at La Guardia High School of Performing Arts—a breeding ground for stars—she’s been steadily perfecting her craft and making a name for herself.