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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Azealia Banks
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Azealia Banks
Songwriter
Travis Stewart
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Machinedrum
Producer
Nick Hook
Mixing Engineer
Ric Mcrae
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Excusez-moi, est-ce que vous savez où est un bon restaurant par ici?
[Verse 2]
Ooh-la-la-la
Flirting with a cool French dude named Antoine
Wanna taste the pastry, chocolate croissant
Ce soir with ya bitch, café au lait
Voulez-vous, ****, mad Francois
Who are you, ****? Ha-ha-ha
Miss one, miss young, miss cutie pie
Young Nubi, young coochie tight
Young juicy, young Uzi-might
Rata-tat-tat-tat, nick-nack, pitty-pat-pat-pat
Silly cat, you don't have that scratch?
How you do that, do that, do that, that, that?
One, nine, nine, one, my time has come
Oh nah, nah, Ma, your time is done
Pre-Madonna Mama, like a virgin
Private jets, my flights, don't fly Virgin
I sell, you buy, that's my version
Mommy tie these rhymes, it's my verses
Oh me, oh my, Illumina princess
Pyramid, one eye on my assets
Here it is, multi, peep my progress
Peep my progress, here it is, multi, peep my progress
Peep my progress, here it is, multi, he-he
[Verse 3]
He took her to the Louvre in Paris
He want a chance with a youngin', wanna ruin her weave
He wanna, wanna Juniper Breeze
I get the grands and the hundreds and the shoe with the bleed
I fit the grands and the hundreds in the Lou to the V
High class, no school, the tuition is free
Little Bam no fool, intuition is G
Gimme the gem or the jewels, I'll commission a fee
I make hits, motherfucker, never do it for free, ha
Young tender from the NYC
No contender, none in my league
Young kill-em-in-the-denims, young venom on the M-I-C
Young villain been developing the heat that stick
Elite rap bitch, I cut and send that beat back quick
Tip-tippin' on his ****, suck a d-i-dick
'Cause you gon' be a bitch ****, I'ma be that bitch, what?
[Verse 4]
Just believe that shit
You gon' be a bitch ****, I'ma be that bitch, what
Believe that shit, believe that shit
****, I'ma be that bitch, what?
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
[Verse 5]
Come around, come around
Let the little Bambi run it down, run it down
Went from sipping Bailey's, sipping champys on the isles
Nineteen number naughty, baby, press it on your dial
Sex kitten honeys, no cougars in the house
I'ma hush the rumors and the doubt
Came in the game with a beat and a bounce
Never for the fame, my feet on the ground
Cloud number nine, headed to the stars
Maybe I ride with my mic in my bra, maybe I recite in the raw
The appetite for life and the hunger for the more
The island of Manhattan, I was born in New York
City never slumbers
I would always dream, but never sleep to the hundreds
Cocoa want the cream in abundance
Million-dollar baby, you can get it if you want it, what
[Verse 6]
NY rose me, most high chose me
Let me know what I can, can, can, can do for you
If you don't speak, boy, you know you won't see none
Let me know what a man, man, man, man, man you are
[Verse 7]
NY rose me, most high chose me
Let me know what I can, can, can, can do for you
If you don't speak, boy, you know you won't see none
Let me know what a man, man, man, man, man you are
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Let me know what I can, can, can, can do for you
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Let me know what I can, can
Let me know what I can, can
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Written by: Azealia Banks, Kevin James, Travis Stewart