"The Chills" is a song by Azealia Banks. It was released in 2009. The track samples Peter Bjorn and John’s song ‘The Chills’ in the chorus (also hence the title The Chill$).


[Verse 1]

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 microphoneSuck the gristle off his bone

Like tryna quench your thirst to get your hands on his phone

That I don't condoneHe'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 

[Hook: Peter Bjorn and John]

Your tonque is sharp

But I miss the taste of it

(They be puttin' up the digits If he if he wanna hit itIf 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 digits If he if he wanna hit it If he if he wanna hit it If he if he wanna hit it)

[Verse 2]

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 upAnd 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