Look, niggas really wanna beat they chest
 For B.A.N.K.S.
 These niggas be gorillas for the pin-k flesh
 These niggas be vanilla the chips be legitimate
 They just want the pumpernickel sis in the linens with em
 So since you vanilla men spend
 Can my hot-fudge bitches get with your vanilla friends?
Hey, I'm the liquorice bitch
 You know I'm lookin for these niggas if these niggas is rich
 I make hits muthafucka
 Do you jiggle your dick when
 Ya bitch pop singin on the liquorice hit, ya know

Can I catch your eye sir?
 Can I be what you like, yeah?
 I could be the right girl
 Tell me if you like your
 Lady in my my color
 Can I be your type, yeah?
 I could be the right girl
 Tell me if you like your
 Lady in my my color
 Can I be your type, yeah?

I can set you right, woah
 How are you tonight, sir?
 All up in my life, oh
 Hope you feel alright, yeah

Hey, I'm the liquorice bitch
 You know I'm lookin for these niggas if these niggas is rich
 He got creme for ya color and a blue eye too
 Hi, wanna get your number for your 212 line?
 Maybe we can slumber
 We can woo woo woo
 Why, I don't do yay' but if you want to, fine
 Your fantasy can get that pitch black
 Cause it's gone erupt when ya slip in-betwixt that black snatch
 Your like blizzak-ker-black-cat ema-nem-minatin
 Where ya mizzat mustache at
 Huh, I bet you been extra gassed
 I bet you wanna touch up on the molasses ass
 I bet you really wanna tongue up on her kizzat kit-tay
 Cause her kizzat s-shaved
 You wanna cuddle with your bitch after, eh?
 But I gotta dip
 I gotta get at the cake
 Lot of skrillac to make
 And the dick don't fuck up any skrillac for Banks
 No issues pickin money over, haha, ya beige in her
 She just wanna see the best in Greece and some gentlemen
 And check these beats in the sun
 He just wanna see the wet wet weave
 When I'm swimmin in the West Indies
 Then I sit up and catch this breeze
 Sip a little rum and ting
 Nigga

These bitches know that I be on my black girl shit
 The black girl pin-up with that black girl dip
 With that black girl spin up on ya wack girl tip
 Ain't official til I been up in that black girl kit
 And put out ya mans and attack real quick
 I'm a hit em with that venom and that rap girl hip
 I flip out the denims know that black girl fit
 Get that Remy in a did and hit that black girl switch
 Bitches better tan for the summer
 And for the haters,
 Quit that chit-chat and get your paper
 Quote the cinnamon and cherry melange bitch verbatim
 When I speak about your face in the clams with the flavors
 You get that?
 And stimulate her
 Take a lick up on my genital
 And sit to savor
 Do ya mans and his liquorice interest a favor

I could be the right girl
 Tell me if you like your
 Lady in my my color
 Can I be your type, yeah?
 I can set you right, woah
 How are you tonight, sir?
 All up in my life, oh
 Hope you feel alright, yeah