"Invasion Of Privacy" (2018)

• Get Up 10 lyrics - Cardi B
• Drip lyrics - Cardi B (feat. Migos)
• Bickenhead lyrics - Cardi B
• Bodak Yellow lyrics - Cardi B
• Be Careful lyrics - Cardi B
• Best Life lyrics - Cardi B (feat. Chance The Rapper)
• I Like It lyrics - Cardi B (feat. J Balvin, Bad Bunny)
• Ring lyrics - Cardi B (feat. Kehlani)
• Money Bag lyrics - Cardi B
• Bartier Cardi lyrics - Cardi B (feat. 21 Savage)
• She Bad lyrics - Cardi B (feat. YG)
• Thru Your Phone lyrics - Cardi B
• I Do lyrics - Cardi B (feat. SZA)

Drip lyrics - Cardi B (feat. Migos)

[Cardi B:]
That boy Cass!
Cardi!
Non-stop

Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice)

[Offset:]
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice)

[Cardi B:]
Give me little something to remember (Cardi!)
Tryna make love in a Sprinter (yeah)
Quick to drop a nigga like Kemba (go)
Lookin' like a right swipe on Tinder (woo)
Shit on these hoes (shit)
Light up my wrist on these hoes (wrist)
Now I look down on these bitches (down)
I feel like I'm on stilts on these hoes (woo)
Fuck ya' baby daddy right now (right now)
Anna Mae, got cake by the pound (pound)
Go down, eat it up, don't drown
Mac n' cheese in the bowl, how it sound? (sound)
I got that gushy
Yeah that's a fact, but I never been pussy
I've been that bitch since pajamas with footies
Won MVP, and I'm still a rookie, like woo
I gotta work on my anger (ayy)
Might kill a bitch with my fingers (ayy)
I gotta stay outta Gucci (woo)
I'm finna run outta hangers (woo)
Is she a stripper, a rapper or a singer?
I'm busting bucks in a Bentley Bentayga
Ride through your hood like "Bitch, I'm the mayor!"
You not my bitch, then bitch you in danger

Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice)

[Offset:]
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice)

Bitch you a thot, ain't trickin' (thot, thot)
Put her on her knee, make her lick it (lick it)
Patek on my wrist, and it's glistenin' (drip, drip)
The bitch got mad, I dissed her (hey)

Shawty, you ain't nothin' to a rich nigga (nothin')
I'll put a check on a bitch nigga (brrt)
Fuck your whole set and your clique, nigga (fuck 'em)
Got a gang full of dud and some broke niggas (dud)
Diamonds on me, what's the price? (price)
I'm not gettin' involved with the hype (hype)
I'm too rich to get into a fight (too rich)
50 racks got my jeans fittin' tight (50 racks)
Pay the price and them boys come and wipe ya' (wipe ya')
We had to dispose of the diaper (dispose)
Yeah we trap every week, every night (woah)
Word my move, we too smooth, no indictments (hey)
Yeah, freakazoid lightnin' (lightnin')
57 90 in this Breitling (Breit')
When I got a mil I got excited (million)
For the cash I'ma turn to Michael Myers
Baguettes keep dripping, droppin' (drip)
My wrist all liquid watches (watch)
Told the bitch, "Jump on my dick and pop it" (yeah)
Get a little bitch a deposit (hey, brrt)

[Cardi B:]
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice)

[Offset:]
Bitch you a thot, ain't trickin' (thot, thot)
Put her on her knee, make her lick it (lick it)
Patek on my wrist, and it's glistenin' (drip, drip)
The bitch got mad, I dissed her (hey)

[Takeoff:]
Take-Takeoff
Came through drippin' (drippin')
I ain't never slippin', I'm a pimp (pimp)
Fuckin' with a quarter million, nigga, what a feelin' (feelin')
Abort the mission, nigga, they be tellin' off and squealin' (squealin')
Splash, took a bitch to Piccadilly (splash)
Water in my ear, gave a nigga wet willy (wet willy)
Came through drippin', spillin'
Walkin' with the bag (bag)
Tryna get my niggas all a milli, stack it to the ceilin' (ceilin')
Shootin' at civilians ('villians)
I'm the one dealin', I could make a killin' (killin')
Bags, can you smell it when I Vac-seal it? (uh)
Flag, nigga, throw it up, don't care about your feelin's (fuck 'em)
Ooh, what is this? What you wearin'? I be drippin' (what)
Cal Ripken's hit a nigga, Ken Griffey (home run)
The bitch got thick, so I guess she ate Jiffy
When she leave with me, I'ma fly her back to the city (for sure)

[Quavo:]
Go get the bag on the day off (racks)
Got get the rings out the playoffs (rings)
Pots in the beat, it's a bake off (packs)
Fuck on her, then she get laid off (smash)
Big boy tools, Maaco (big boy)
Make a bitch dance with a draco (dance)
Walkin' with the cheese, that queso (cheese)
That's Huncho, fuck the Rodeo (Huncho)
Private jet, we don't do layover (whew)
One call, I'm havin' your bae over (brrt)
Walk out the spot with a makeover (woo)
Got her addicted to payola (addicted, hey)

[Cardi B:]
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice)

[Offset:]
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice)

Bickenhead lyrics - Cardi B

Goes for all my nasty hoes, yeah (alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)
From across the globe, woo (hol' up)
This goes for all my nasty hoes, yeah (alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)
From across the globe, look, uh

Now, I said luxury apartments (wow), I'm young and I'm heartless (yeah)
There's a bitch that's in my vision, that bitch is a target (brrr)
Lawyer is a Jew, he gon' chew up all the charges
Don't matter if you fuck with me, I get money regardless (cash)

That guap, guap, get some chicken, guap, guap, get some bread
Guap, guap, get some chicken, guap, guap, get some bread
Bitch you pressed, you can flex
Get some money, ho, tell me why you stressed

Now I said hoes down, G's up (G's up)
You know how I'm rockin', but my watch is freezed up (ice)
I can't wait until they drop that Lamborghin' truck (skrrt)
I'm careful where I park it, hoes will have it keyed up
Them bitches getting beat up
Slim waist, ass fat (fat), my shit is caked up
My bad bitch at the bake (yeah), without no makeup
This that collard greens, cornbread, neck bone, back, back
Get it from my mama and you don't know where your daddy at
Knick-knack paddywhack, give a dog a bone (bone)
Put it on him, then your nigga never comin' home (home)
I'ma flex like a boy, I'm a ten, she a joy
Stupid ho, unimportant, unattractive, unemployed

Get some guap, guap, get some chicken, guap, guap, get some bread
Guap, guap, get some chicken, guap, guap, get some bread
Bitch you pressed, you can flex
Get some money, ho, tell me why you stressed, uh
Guap, guap, get some chicken

I need that cheese, shorty, show me where it's at (boy, please, whatever)
You play with me, I might pop up where you at (boy, please, whatever)
You make-believe, now with me it's only facts (boy, please, whatever)
Expensive weave, and my checks is worth some racks, uh

Yeah, pop that pussy like you and pop that pussy in the wild
Pop that pussy like poppin' pussy is goin' out of style
Pop that pussy while you work, pop that pussy up at church
Pop that pussy on the pole, pop that pussy on the stove
Make that pussy slip and slide like you from the 305
Put your tongue out in the mirror, pop that pussy while you drive
Spread them asscheeks open, make that pussy crack a smile
Let your legs run that nigga, make him give your ass a child (woo)
Gimme some neck, gimme a check, pussy so good, make a nigga invest
Get a little spit, I'm gettin' it wet, I'll get it back up, just give me a sec'
Give him some vag', I'm gettin' a bag, give him some ass, I'm gettin' some Raf
When I'm done I make him cum, but then he comin' off that cash

Get you some guap, guap, get some chicken, guap, guap, get some bread
Guap, guap, get some chicken, guap, guap, get some bread
Bitch you pressed, you can flex
Get some money, ho, tell me why you stressed, uh
Guap, guap, get some chicken

I need that cheese, shorty, show me where it's at (boy, please, whatever)
You play with me, I might pop up where you at (boy, please, whatever)
You make-believe, now with me it's only facts (boy, please, whatever)
Expensive weave, and my checks is worth some racks, uh

Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright

Bodak Yellow lyrics - Cardi B

KSR (ooh)
Hah, it's Cardi, ayy
Said, "I'm the shit, they can't fuck with me if they wanted to"
"I don't gotta dance"

Said, "Lil bitch, you can't fuck with me if you wanted to" (ooh)
These expensive, these is red bottoms, these is bloody shoes (ooh)
Hit the store, I can get 'em both, I don't wanna choose (bah)
And I'm quick, cut a nigga off, so don't get comfortable, look (ooh)

I don't dance now, I make money moves (wave, ayy)
Say I don't gotta dance, I make money move (ooh, ooh)
If I see you and I don't speak, that means I don't fuck with you (ah)
I'm a boss, you a worker, bitch, I make bloody moves (bags)

Now she say she gon' do what to who? Let's find out and see
Cardi B, you know where I'm at, you know where I be (ooh, ooh)
You in the club just to party, I'm there, I get paid a fee (bah)
I be in and out them banks so much, I know they're tired of me
Honestly, don't give a fuck 'bout who ain't fond of me (who)
Dropped two mixtapes in six months, what bitch working as hard as me? (yeah)
I don't bother with these hoes, don't let these hoes bother me
They see pictures, they say, "Goals," bitch, I'm who they tryna be
Look, I might just chill in some BAPE (ooh), I might just chill with your boo
I might just feel on your babe, my pussy feel like a lake
He wanna swim with his face, I'm like, "Okay" (okay)
I'll let him get what he want, he buy me Yves Saint Laurent (yeah)
And the new whip, when I go fast as a horse, I got the trunk in the front (vroom)
I'm the hottest in the street (pew, street), know you prolly heard of me (yeah)
Got a bag and fixed my teeth (teeth), hope you hoes know it ain't cheap (cheap)
And I pay my mama bills (bills), I ain't got no time to chill (blah)
Think these hoes be mad at me (ooh), their baby father run a bill (ooh)

Said, "Lil bitch, you can't fuck with me if you wanted to" (ooh)
These expensive, these is red bottoms, these is bloody shoes (ooh)
Hit the store, I can get 'em both, I don't wanna choose (bah)
And I'm quick, cut a nigga off, so don't get comfortable, look (ooh)

I don't dance now, I make money moves (wave, ayy)
Say I don't gotta dance, I make money move (ooh, ooh)
If I see you and I don't speak, that means I don't fuck with you (ah)
I'm a boss, you a worker, bitch, I make bloody moves (bags, bags)

If you a pussy, you get popped (popped), you a goofy, you a opp (opp, blah)
Don't you come around my way (way), you can't hang around my block (block, nope)
And I just checked my accounts, turns out, I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich (I'm rich)
I put my hand above my hip, I bet you dip, he dip, she dip (grrrah)
I say I get the money and go, this shit is hot like a stove (ooh)
My pussy glitter as gold, tell that lil bitch play her role (ah, ah)
I just a-rove in a Rolls (oh), I just came up in a Wraith (yeah)
I need to fill up the tank, no, I need to fill up the safe (ooh)
I need to let all these hoes know that none of their niggas is safe
I go to dinner and steak (blah, yeah), only the real can relate (yeah)
I used to live in the P's (ooh, ooh), now it's a crib with a gate (ah)
Rollie got charms, look like Frosted Flakes (bling)
Had to let these bitches know (yeah), just in case these hoes forgot (oh)
I just run and check the mail, another check from Mona Scott (oh)

Said, "Lil bitch, you can't fuck with me if you wanted to" (ooh)
These expensive, these is red bottoms, these is bloody shoes (ooh)
Hit the store, I can get 'em both, I don't wanna choose (bah)
And I'm quick, cut a nigga off, so don't get comfortable, look (ooh)

I don't dance now, I make money moves (wave, ayy)
Say I don't gotta dance, I make money move (ooh, ooh)
If I see you and I don't speak, that means I don't fuck with you (ah)
I'm a boss, you a worker, bitch, I make bloody moves (bags)

Be Careful lyrics - Cardi B

Yeah
Be careful, be careful, be careful with me
Yeah, look

I wanna get married, like the Currys, Steph and Ayesha shit
But we more like Belly, Tommy and Keisha shit
Gave you TLC, you wanna creep and shit
Poured out my whole heart to a piece of shit
Man, I thought you would've learned your lesson
'Bout liking pictures, not returnin' texts
I guess it's fine, man, I get the message
You still stutter after certain questions
You keep in contact with certain exes
Do you, though
Trust me, nigga, it's cool, though
Said that you was workin', but you're out here chasin' culo
And putas, chillin' poolside, livin' two lives
I could've did what you did to me to you a few times
But if I did decide to slide, find a nigga
Fuck him, suck his dick, you would've been pissed
But that's not my M.O., I'm not that type of bitch
And karma for you is gon' be who you end up with
Don't make me sick, nigga

The only man, baby, I adore
I gave you everything, what's mine is yours
I want you to live your life of course
But I hope you get what you dyin' for
Be careful with me
Do you know what you doin'?
Whose feelings that you're hurtin' and bruisin'?
You gon' gain the whole world
But is it worth the girl that you're losin'?
Be careful with me
Yeah, it's not a threat, it's a warnin'
Be careful with me
Yeah, my heart is like a package with a fragile label on it
Be careful with me

Care for me, care for me
Always said that you'd be there for me, there for me
Boy, you better treat me carefully, carefully, look

I was here before all of this
Guess you actin' out now, you got an audience
Tell me where your mind is, drop a pin, what's the coordinates?
You might have a fortune, but you lose me, you still gon' be misfortunate, nigga
Tell me, this love's got you this fucked up in the head
You want some random bitch up in your bed?
She don't even know your middle name
Watch her, 'cause she might steal your chain
You don't want someone who loves you instead? I guess not though
It's blatant disrespect, you nothin' like the nigga I met
Talk to me crazy and you quick to forget
You even got me trippin', you got me lookin' in the mirror different
Thinkin' I'm flawed because you inconsistent
Between a rock and a hard place, the mud and the dirt
It's gon' hurt me to hate you, but lovin' you's worse
It all stops so abrupt, we start switchin' it up
Teach me to be like you so I can not give a fuck
Free to mess with someone else, I wish these feelings could melt
'Cause you don't care about a thing except your mothafuckin' self
You make me sick, nigga

The only man, baby, I adore
I gave you everything, what's mine is yours
I want you to live your life of course
But I hope you get what you dyin' for
Be careful with me
Do you know what you doin'?
Whose feelings that you're hurtin' and bruisin'?
You gon' gain the whole world
But is it worth the girl that you're losin'?
Be careful with me
Yeah, it's not a threat, it's a warnin'
Be careful with me
Yeah, my heart is like a package with a fragile label on it
Be careful with me

Best Life lyrics - Cardi B (feat. Chance The Rapper)

[Chance The Rapper:]
I'm living my best life, yeah, yeah
I'm living my best life
Made a couple M's, you know (ah, huh)

Said I'm living my best life, said I'm living my best life
Made a couple M's with my best friends
Turned all my L's into lessons
You see the whip pulling up, it's like skrrt
Dreams filling up, I'm like skrrt
I'm living my best life
It's my birthday, at least that's what I'm dressed like

[Cardi B:]
I'm like big pop mixed with 2Pac, I'm like Machiavelli (yeah)
You need some Little Caesar's pizza, I be Hot & Ready (woo)
Nigga, you a pussy and a rat, you like Tom & Jerry
Nigga, you ain't balling, you just talking, that's that commentary (huh)
I was in the field, man, I slaved for this (yeah)
Had to talk to God, dropped down, and prayed for this
To my surprise, He replied, said, "You made for this"
I seen the car I wanted, then I went and paid for it, cash cash
Hit the tank, yeah, I hit the race, hit the dash dash
That's when they came for me on Twitter with the backlash
"Cardi B is so problematic" is the hashtag
I can't believe they wanna see me lose that bad
They talking junk and just think these hoes mad trash
I'm giggling won't let the devil have the last laugh
Ain't no more beefing, I'm just keeping to myself
I'm my own competition, I'm competing with myself (brrrp)

[Chance The Rapper:]
I told y'all, I said I'm living my best life (woo)
I told y'all, I said I'm living my best life (ayy)
I made a couple M's with my best friends
Turned all my L's into lessons (skrrt, skrrt)
You see the whip pulling up, it's like skrrt (like skrrt)
Dreams filling up, I'm like skrrt (like skrrt)
I'm living my best life
It's my birthday, at least that's what I'm dressed like (Chance, The Rapper)

You don't like money, I can see it your eye
You don't like winning, I can see it in your tie
Better be careful with these women
When you tricking, send it fly
She count money in her sleep and she don't ever spend the night
But she trapping and she had to make it happen for her life
Don't be mad because she having shit you had to try whole life
We had baggage on our flight, we had badges on our asses
You got passes in your life, you had gadgets on your bike
God work magic, God work magic, God work magic in my life
In that guava like Iyanla 'cause that bag just is my life
Hey, y'all know good and damn well I don't want no champagne
But can we please get some more champagne?
Police, no Andre, G like 'Venchy
Reach like 'Bron James, pep talk from Yoncé
'Member my hands had ash like Pompeii
Now they hold cash, won't peak like Dante

I told y'all, I said I'm living my best life
I told y'all, I said I'm living my best life (ayy)
I made a couple M's with my best friends
Turned all my L's into lessons
You see the whip pulling up, it's like skrrt (skrrt, skrrt, like skrrt)
Dreams filling up, I'm like skrrt (like skrrt)
I'm living my best life
It's my birthday, at least that's what I'm dressed like

[Cardi B:]
I said I never had a problem showing y'all the real me
Hair when it's fucked up, crib when it's filthy
Way-before-the-deal me, strip-to-pay-the-bills me
'Fore I fixed my teeth, man, those comments used to kill me
But never did I change, never been ashamed
Never did I switch stories, stayed the same
I did this on my own, I made this a lane
Y'all got a bed with me, I been through some things
Went from small-ass apartments to walking red carpets
Pissy elevators, now every dress is tailored
This some real-life fairy tale Binderella shit
I got further than them hoes that I will ever get
And that only goes to show that only God knows
I took pictures with Beyoncé, I met Mama Knowles
I'm the rose that came from the concrete in the Rolls
I'm like gold, I'm like goals, man, I chose and I'm floating, ayy

[Chance The Rapper:]
I told y'all, I said I'm living my best life
I told y'all, I said I'm living my best life (ayy)
I made a couple M's with my best friends
Turned all my L's into lessons (hey, hey, hey, hey)
You see the whip pulling up, it's like skrrt (like skrrt)
Dreams filling up, I'm like skrrt (like skrrt)
I'm living my best life
It's my birthday, at least that's what I'm dressed like

Skrrt skrrt, going down right now
Skrrt skrrt, Jamie Foxx in your town, like
Skrrt skrrt, money piling up, man
All the blessings coming down
You don't know 'bout nothing, you don't know 'bout nothing
You don't know 'bout nothing, you don't know 'bout nothing
I told y'all, I told y'all (You don't know 'bout nothing)
I t-, I told y'all, I told y'all (You don't know 'bout nothing)
Told y'all, I t-, I told y'all (You don't know 'bout nothing)
You don't know (You don't know 'bout nothing)

I Like It lyrics - Cardi B (feat. J Balvin, Bad Bunny)

[Intro:]
Yeah baby, I like it like that
You gotta believe me when I tell you
I said I like it like that
You gotta believe me when I tell you
I said I like it like

[Cardi B:]
Now I like dollars, I like diamonds, I like stunting, I like shining
I like million dollar deals, where's my pen? Bitch I'm signin'
I like those Balenciagas, the ones that look like socks
I like going to the jeweler, I put rocks all in my watch
I like texts from my exes when they want a second chance
I like proving niggas wrong, I do what they say I can't
They call me Cardi Bardi, banging body
Spicy mami, hot tamale
Hotter than a Somali, fur coat, Ferrari
Hop out the stu', jump in the coupe (the coupe)
They trippin' on top of the roof
Flexing on bitches as hard as I can
Eating halal, driving the Lam'
Told that bitch I'm sorry though
'Bout my coins like Mario (Mario)
Yeah they call me Cardi B, I run this shit like cardio
Oh, damn

Diamond district in the jag (I said I like it like that)
Certified, know I'm gang, gang, gang, gang (I said I like it like–)
Drop the top and blow the brains (I said I like it like that)
Oh he's so handsome, what's his name? (I said I like it)
Oh I need the dollars (I said I like it like that)
Beat it up like piñatas (I said I like it like–)
Tell the driver, close the curtains (I said I like it like that)
Bad bitch make him nervous (I said I like it)
Cardi B

[Bad Bunny:]
Chambean, chambean, pero no jalan (¡jalan!)
Tú compras to'a las Jordan, bobo, a mí me las regalan (jejeje)
I spend in the club (wuh), what you have in the bank (yeh)
This is the new religion, bang, en Latino gang, gang, yeh
Trato de hacer dieta (yeh), pero es que en el closet tengo mucha grasa (wuh)
Ya mude la Gucci pa' dentro de casa, yeh (¡wuh!)
Cabrón, a ti no te conocen ni en Plaza (no)
El Diablo me llama pero Jesucristo me abraza (amén)
Guerrero como Eddie, que viva la raza, yeh
Me gustan boricuas, me gustan cubanas
Me gusta el acento de las colombianas (¿qué hubo pues?)
Como mueve el culo la dominicana (¿qué lo que?)
Lo rico que me chingan las venezolanas (¡wuh!)
Andamos activos, Perico Pin Pin (woo)
Billetes de cien en el maletín (ching)
Que retumbe el bajo, Bobby Valentin, yeh (boo)
Aquí es prohibido amar, diles Charytín
Que pa'l picor les tengo Claritin
Yo llego a la disco y se forma el motín (rrr)

[Cardi B:]
Diamond district in the jag (I said I like it like that)
[Bad Bunny:]
Bad Bunny, baby, be, be, be, be
[Cardi B:]
Certified, know I'm gang, gang, gang, gang (I said I like it like–)
Drop the top and blow the brains (I said I like it like that)
Oh he's so handsome, what's his name? (I said I like it)
Oh I need the dollars (I said I like it like that)
Beat it up like piñatas (I said I like it like–)
Tell the driver, close the curtains (I said I like it like that)
Bad bitch make you nervous (I said I like it)

[J Balvin:]
Como Celia Cruz tengo el azúcar (azúca')
Tu jeva me vio y se fue de pecho como Jimmy Snuka (ah)
Te vamos a tumbar la peluca
Y arranca pa'l carajo cabrón, que a ti no te vo'a pasar la hookah (hookah, hookah)
Mis tenis Balenciaga, me reciben en la entrada (woo)
Pa-pa-pa-pa-razzi, like I'm Lady Gaga (woo)
Y no te me hagas (ey)
Que en cover de Billboard tú has visto mi cara (ey)
No salgo de tu mente
Donde quieras que viajes has escuchado "Mi Gente"
Yo no soy high (high), soy como el Testarossa ('rossa)
Yo soy el que se la vive y también el que la goza (goza, goza)
Es la cosa, mami es la cosa (cosa, cosa)
El que mira sufre y el que toca goza (goza, goza)

[J Balvin (Cardi B):]
I said I like it like that
(I said I like it like that)
I said I like it like that
(I said I like it like that)

[Cardi B:]
Diamond district in the jag (I said I like it like that)
Certified, you know I'm gang (I said I like it)
Drop the top and blow the brains (I said I like it like that)
Oh he's so handsome, what's his name? (I said I like it)

Ring lyrics - Cardi B (feat. Kehlani)

[Kehlani:]
Ooh, ooh
Ring, ring, ring, ring

You don't hit my line no more, oh, oh
You don't make it ring, ring, ring, ring
I can't keep this on the low
I want you to make it ring, ring, ring, ring

[Cardi B:]
Should I call first? I can't decide
I want to, but a bitch got pride
The switchin' up shit is what I can't fuck with
I'm feelin' you but you hard to get in touch with
And you ain't hit me up in a while
Actin' like you don't know what number to dial
You quit, then that's it, I'ma throw in the towel
'Cause a nigga only gon' do what you allow
You don't want this gun smoke
Learn to text with your nose if your thumb broke
I don't care if we get' into it and I stall on your ass
But I still wake up from missed calls from your ass, nigga

[Kehlani:]
You don't hit my line no more, oh, oh
You don't make it ring, ring, ring, ring
I can't keep this on the low
I want you to make it ring, ring, ring, ring

[Cardi B:]
Nah, nigga now you gon' have to call me (call me)
'Cause I'm lookin' at these messages, they all me (yeah)
Actin' like there ain't niggas that want me
Let another nigga in your spot, and you gon' be hot, nigga, coffee
You gon' be sick to your stomach
Hit me when you free, 1-800
It's emergency, call me 911
'Cause right now I'm out here tryna find someone
the ring on my phone, ring on my finger (brrr)
You actin' like you ain't tryna do either (yeah)
Was a good girl? Watch me turn diva
Here goes my heart, I put it on speaker (oh)

[Kehlani:]
You don't hit my line no more, oh, oh
You don't make it ring, ring, ring, ring
I can't keep this on the low
I want you to make it ring, ring, ring, ring

You used to be on my line
On my tip all the time, yeah
Love it when you make me feel
Like you don't mind when I ain't got time for you
You know it don't go to my head
I'm only arrogant in bed
I just love to know you wanna spend time with me instead
Now you all caught up
Yeah, you all caught up
Now you done left me alone, yeah
You was all fed up
Ready for the next step
Wanna be on your own
Said I just miss you, I just miss us, baby
All I know is

You don't hit my line no more, oh, oh
You don't make it ring, ring, ring, ring (you don't make it ring, baby)
I can't keep this on the low (yeah, yeah, oh)
I want you to make it ring, ring, ring, ring

Money Bag lyrics - Cardi B

Money bag, money bag
Money bag, bitch, I'm lookin' like a money bag
Money bag
Cardi

I do the Maybach on Monday, Ferrari Friday
This is sweet pussy Saturday, that's just what Plies say
I said "Bae, it's a snack," he said it's a entrée
With them pretty ass twins, you look like Beyoncé
Lookin' like
Money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah
Money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
Money bag, money bag, money bag
He can tell from the front I got ass behind me
And I park my Bentley truck on my Versace driveway
Lookin' like
Money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah
Money bag, money bag, money bag, woo
Money bag, money bag, money bag
And my bitches with me pretty, too, they look like bridesmaids
And they all bloody gang so don't be talking sideways

He said I'm protein thick, you look like a thottie, sis
He make sure he put Cardi down on his grocery list
Now why this bitch tryna look on my Snap?
I take your man and I won't give him back
I just walk into the booth and attack
I hit this grind, the roof gon' collapse
I been broke my whole life
I have no clue what to do with these racks
Wig be laid, waist snatched, ass fat, straight facts
Got lips like Angelina, Bentley truck tangerine, uh
Tramps jumping on my dick, that's why they call it trampoline, uh

I do the Maybach on Monday, Ferrari Friday
This is sweet pussy Saturday, that's just what Plies say
I said "Bae, it's a snack," he said it's a entrée
With them pretty ass twins, you look like Beyoncé
Lookin' like
Money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah
Money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
Money bag, money bag, money bag
He can tell from the front I got ass behind me
And I park my Bentley truck on my Versace driveway
Lookin' like
Money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah
Money bag, money bag, money bag, woo
Money bag, money bag, money bag
And my bitches with me pretty, too, they look like bridesmaids
And they all bloody gang so don't be talking sideways

These bitches salty, they sodium
They jelly, petroleum
Always talkin' in the background
Don't never come to the podium
Chef Cardi B, I'm cookin' up
I see you hoes at the stove again
While you hoes were sleepin' on me, I made 40 bands by 4 pm
They be taking shots, miss miss
X and O, kiss kiss
Everythin' your nigga want, I'm like a walkin' wishlist
I don't understand what this hate is about
How you gon' suck yo man dick with my name in yo mouth?

I do the Maybach on Monday, Ferrari Friday
This is sweet pussy Saturday, that's just what Plies say
I said "Bae, it's a snack," he said it's a entrée
With them pretty ass twins, you look like Beyoncé
Lookin' like
Money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah
Money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
Money bag, money bag, money bag
He can tell from the front I got ass behind me
And I park my Bentley truck on my Versace driveway
Lookin' like
Money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah
Money bag, money bag, money bag, woo
Money bag, money bag, money bag
And my bitches with me pretty, too, they look like bridesmaids
And they all bloody gang so don't be talking sideways

Bartier Cardi lyrics - Cardi B (feat. 21 Savage)

[Cardi B:]
Bardi in a 'Rari, diamonds all over my body
Shinin' all over my body
Put that bitch on Molly
Bardi
[21 Savage:]
Bitch on Molly
21, diamonds all over my body
Said, that bitch on Molly
Ask him if I'm 'bout it

[Cardi B (21 Savage):]
Your bitch wanna party with Cardi
Cartier Bardi in a 'Rari (21)
Diamonds all over my body (Cardi)
Shinin' all over my body (my body)
Cardi got your bitch on molly
Bitch, you ain't gang, you lame
Bentley truck lane to lane
Blow out the brain (21)
I go insane, insane
I drop a check on the chain
Fuck up a check in the plane
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah
Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Say what?)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (21)
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah
Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Cardi)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (Cardi)

[Cardi B:]
Who get this mothafucker started? (Cardi)
Who took your bitch out to party? (Cardi)
I took your bitch in the party (Cardi)
Who that be fly as a Martian? (Cardi)
Who that on fleek in the cut? (Cardi)
Who got the bricks in the truck? (Cardi)
Them diamonds gon' hit like a bitch on a bitch ass bitch
Bitch, you a wannabe Cardi
Red bottom M.J. moonwalk on a bitch
Moonwalkin' through your clique
I'm moonwalkin' in the 6
Sticky with the kick, moonrocks in this bitch
I from the motherfuckin' Bronx (Bronx)
I keep the pump in the trunk (trunk)
Bitch if you bad then jump (jump)
Might lead your bitch in a slump

[Cardi B (21 Savage):]
Your bitch wanna party with Cardi
Cartier Bardi in a 'Rari (21)
Diamonds all over my body (Cardi)
Shinin' all over my body (my body)
Cardi got your bitch on molly
Bitch, you ain't gang, you lame
Bentley truck lane to lane
Blow out the brain (21)
I go insane, insane
I drop a check on the chain
Fuck up a check in the plane
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah
Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Say what?)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (21)
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah
Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Cardi)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (Cardi)

[21 Savage:]
Your bitch wanna party with a Savage (21)
Saint Laurent Savage in an Aston (yeah)
High end cars and fashion (21)
I don't eat pussy, I'm fastin' (on God)
I'm a Blood, my brother Crippin'
Bitch, I'm drippin', ho, you trippin'
Told the waitress I ain't tippin'
I like hot sauce on my chicken (on God)
I pulled the rubber off and I put hot sauce on her titties (21)
I'm in a Bentley truck, she keep on suckin' like it's tinted (21)
All these VVS', nigga, my sperm worth millions (on God)
The bitch so bad I popped a Molly 'fore I hit it (21)

[Cardi B (21 Savage):]
Your bitch wanna party with Cardi
Cartier Bardi in a 'Rari (21)
Diamonds all over my body (Cardi)
Shinin' all over my body (my body)
Cardi got your bitch on molly
Bitch, you ain't gang, you lame
Bentley truck lane to lane
Blow out the brain (21)
I go insane, insane
I drop a check on the chain
Fuck up a check in the plane
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah
Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Say what?)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (21)
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah
Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Cardi)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (Cardi)

[Cardi B:]
Step in this bitch in Givenchy (cash)
Fuck up a check in Givenchy (cash)
Boss out the coupe and them inches
I fuck up a bag at the Fendi, I fuck up a bag in a minute
Who you know drip like this?
Who you know built like this?
I'm poppin' shit like a dude
Pull up to pop at your crew
Brrrrrrrat, poppin' at you, woo
They say you basic
I flooded the Rollie with diamonds
I flooded the Patek and bracelet
I got your bitch and she naked
Ice on the cake, when I bake it
I'm switchin' lanes in the Range
Swap out the dick for the brain
Swap out your bitch for your main
Swap out the trap for the fame
Ice on them Carti B Cartier frames

[Cardi B (21 Savage):]
Your bitch wanna party with Cardi
Cartier Bardi in a 'Rari (21)
Diamonds all over my body (Cardi)
Shinin' all over my body (my body)
Cardi got your bitch on molly
Bitch, you ain't gang, you lame
Bentley truck lane to lane
Blow out the brain (21)
I go insane, insane
I drop a check on the chain
Fuck up a check in the plane
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah
Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Say what?)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (21)
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah
Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Cardi)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (Cardi)

She Bad lyrics - Cardi B (feat. YG)

[YG:]
4Hunnid!
Mustard on the beat ho

Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Fendi bag
Prada bag, Louis bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag
Birkin bag, she in the bag, she drip, she swag
Never mad, she glad, Louis bag, she in the bag

[Cardi B:]
Look, look
Momma needs some mill money (cash)
Prada bag and heel money
See my ex, he still love me (ha)
New nigga 'gon kill for me (yeah)
All my chains got diamonds in it (bling)
My account got commas in it (cash)
Damn daddy, you fine as hell
I hope your wallet got condoms in it
I'm up, she mad, I'm first, she's last (yeah)
Rob who? Take what? Click-clack, ski-mask
I'm a boss in a skirt, I'm a dog, I'm a flirt
Write a verse while I twerk, I wear Off-White at church
Prolly make the preacher sweat, read the Bible, Jesus wept
Bitch say that she gon' try me, how come I haven't seen it yet?
Give it to him so good that his eyes roll back (huh?)
Shorty said it's all hers, why her thighs don't match?

[YG:]
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Fendi bag
Prada bag, Louis bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag
Birkin bag, she in the bag, she drip, she swag
Never mad, she glad, Louis bag, she in the bag
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad

[Cardi B:]
Weed blowin', pussy boss, suck his dick through his drawers
Lick the balls just because, lil bitch, I eat balls
I'm a monsta, mouth open wide like opera
Face down, ass up, I got perfect posture (woo)
It's lit like a lamp, lick you like a stamp (yuh)
Beat this pussy up (yuh) I take it like a champ (woo)
Balenciaga momma, I know you heard about her
Spoil me in Prada, I'm worth every dollar (cash)
The one you made, could keep 'em (yeah)
I need Chrissy Teigen
Know a bad bitch when I see one (yeah, woo)
Tell Rih-Rih I need a threesome
I'm his favorite type of chick, boujee, bad, and thick (uh)
I could buy designer, but this Fashion Nova fit
All that ass (woo, woo, woo, woo)

[YG:]
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Fendi bag
Prada bag, Louis bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag
Birkin bag, she in the bag, she drip, she swag
Never mad, she glad, Louis bag, she in the bag
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad

She bad, in the bag, move slow, hit it fast
She ride me 'til I crash, 400 minutes, I last
She compliment my swag, all you niggas harass
All them bitches wanna be her friend now, she laugh (hey now)
Uh, uh, she buy her man a Bentley coupe
Uh, uh, she got niggas and bitches, too
Uh, uh, she wear off-white to church, ooh
Uh, only Birkin, not Dooney & Burke, woo
Birkin bag, fuck a tag, fuck me, and she fuck me bad
Whispered in her ear, "You got these bitches beat, they runnin' laps"
You know you something special, you figured it out, you from the traps
Step out wearin' that dress, showin' that ass and it's a fuckin' wrap

Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Fendi bag
Prada bag, Louis bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag
Birkin bag, she in the bag, she drip, she swag
Never mad, she glad, Louis bag, she in the bag
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad

Thru Your Phone lyrics - Cardi B

Look
I just want to break up all your shit
Call your mama phone, let her know that she raised a bitch
Then dial tone, click
And fuck your little fake ass friends
Come around acting like they my bros
I seen y'all little group texts
Where you all like to brag about your hoes
And you can tell your little bitch
I screenshotted all her naked pics
Oh, you wanna send nudes to my man?
Wake up and see your boobs on the 'gram?
Little bitch, I cannot stand you, right hand to Jesus
I might just cut all the tongues out your sneakers
Smash your TV from Best Buy
You gon' turn me into into Left Eye
I don't wanna hear 'bout invasion of privacy
I had a feeling, it turns out you lie to me
I'm holding back everything that's inside of me
How you all fuckin' with bitches that follow me?

My heart is beating like it's bleeding out
(You sleeping, you sleeping, you sleeping)
You sleeping like a baby
Everyone was right about you now, and
(You creeping, you creeping, you creeping)

I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
Saw some things I didn't like
I went through your phone last night
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh

All I can see is you and her in different scenarios
Beyoncé on my stereo, resentment on repeat
I'mma make a bowl of cereal with a teaspoon of bleach
Serve it to you like, "Here you go, nigga, bon appétit"
Look did you give it to her raw? You love her or nah?
You risk your whole home for a hoe from the bar?
You really want them hoes? You can have them bitches
You don't even cheat with no bad bitches
This shit is eating me, you sleeping peacefully
Getting more mad at you, thinking 'bout stabbing you
Don't even know that you this close to dying
You gon' wake up like, "Why you got an attitude?"

My heart is beating like it's bleeding out
(You sleeping, you sleeping, you sleeping)
You sleeping like a baby
Everyone was right about you now, and
(You creeping, you creeping, you creeping)

I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
Saw some things I didn't like
I went through your phone last night
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh

It's killing me
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
It's killing me
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
It's killing me
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
It's killing me

I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
Saw some things I didn't like
I went through your phone last night
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh

I Do lyrics - Cardi B (feat. SZA)

M-M-M-Murda

[SZA:]
I left a nigga on read 'cause I felt like it
Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket
Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks divine
No wonder, wonder why I do whatever I like
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do

[Cardi B:]
I think us bad bitches is a gift from God (gift from God)
I think you broke hoes need to get a job (get a job)
Now I'm a boss, I write my own name on the checks (Cardi)
Pussy so good, I say my own name during sex
I might smack a bitch 'cause I felt like it
Gucci shoes and a belt like it
Said that Cardi is his favorite fragrance
I'm a rich bitch and I smell like it
I'm in a boss bitch mood, ay, these heels are Givenchy, ho
These are some boss bitch shoes
If you ain't no boss bitch, move, ay
For the record, I set records, record sales
I like niggas that been in and outta jail
They said by now that I'll be finished, hard to tell (I can tell)
My little 15 minutes lasting long as hell, huh?

[SZA:]
I left a nigga on read 'cause I felt like it
Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket
Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks divine
No wonder, wonder why I do whatever I like
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do

[Cardi B:]
Look, broke hoes do what they can (can)
Good girls do what they told (told)
Bad bitches do what they want (they want)
That's why a bitch is so cold
I'm a gangsta in a dress, I'm a bully in the bed
Only time that I'm a lady's when I lay these hoes to rest
The coupe is roofless, but I get top in it
I'm provocative, it's my prerogative
80K just to know what time is it
Cardi rockin' it, go buy stock in it
Spent what I want, ain't no limit
I say what I want, I ain't never been timid
Only real shit comes out my mouth and only real niggas go in it
Leave his texts on read, leave his balls on blue
Put it on airplane mode so none of those calls come through
Here's a word to my ladies, don't you give these niggas none (give 'em none)
If they can make you richer, they can make you cum

[SZA:]
I left a nigga on read 'cause I felt like it
Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket
Dapper, dapper, I look fine, and my checks divine
No wonder wonder why I do whatever I like
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do

mixtape: "GBMV2" (2017)

• Bronx Season lyrics - Cardi B
• Lick lyrics - Cardi B
• Hectic lyrics - Cardi B (feat. DJ Hardwerk)
• Leave That Bitch Alone (Skit) lyrics - Cardi B
• Leave That Bitch Alone lyrics - Cardi B
• Rollin lyrics - Cardi B
• Back It Up lyrics - Cardi B (feat. Konshens and Hoodcelebrityy)
• Never Give Up lyrics - Cardi b (feat. Josh X)
• Pull Up lyrics - Cardi B
• Pop Off lyrics - Cardi B (feat. Casanova)

Lick lyrics - Cardi B

Yeah
Looking like I caught a (Look at me)
Cardi (Look at me)
Cardi (Look at me)
Woah

Looking like I caught a lick
Run up on me you get hit
And all my bitches with the shits
Bronx New York, gangsta bitch

Looking like I caught a lick
Since the run, I've been that bitch
Got some hittas in my clique
Looking like I caught a lick
Looking like I caught a lick

Look at me, look at me
They ain't like me before now they booking me
The glow that bitches so shook at me
They like, "Shit, Cardi B what you cooking bih?"
I say, "Bitches, got me on some new shit"
I swear niggas got me feeling ruthless
Too much mo'fuckers done doubted me
That's why I had to just prove it
I remember walking in the stores, I couldn't buy nothing
They look at me staring
Now I just walk in the stores, I like it I cop it
I don't even think
Bank tellers asking for info
Cause now my deposits on Kimbo
Told that bitch, "Gimme my money!
Why the fuck you asking all this info?"

Run up get done up
Got shooters ready for a come up
Promise you I didn't luck up
Was grinding all night
Didn't sleep till the sun up
Now I got up on my shit
Walk around like I'm that bitch
Every nigga wanna hit

Looking like I caught a lick
Run up on me you get hit
And all my bitches with the shits
Bronx New York, gangsta bitch

Looking like I caught a lick
Since the run, I've been that bitch
Got some hittas in my clique
Looking like I caught a lick
Looking like I caught a lick

See me in my 'bach
Now they all surprised
Now they call my phone
I just press decline
Not even six seconds
I don't give 'em Vine
Tell 'em, "Fall back"
All must recline
Bitches mad as fuck
But I don't give a fuck
Niggas can't believe it
Better soak it up
Looking like I caught a lick, bitch
Your nigga got me on his wishlist
Thought I was making no move?
Thought I was gon' be living in Sues?
Thought I was making no money?
You fucking thought I was gon' lose
Everything now that I swear I got pay
Been 'bout my money, that ain't gon' change
Bitch you gon' drown tryna ride on my wave
Corny ass bitches, I just can't relate

Run up get done up
Got shooters ready for a come up
Promise you I didn't luck up
Was grinding all night
Didn't sleep till the sun up
Now I got up on my shit
Walk around like I'm that bitch
Every nigga wanna hit

Looking like I caught a lick
Run up on me you get hit
And all my bitches with the shits
Bronx New York, gangsta bitch

Looking like I caught a lick
Since the run, I've been that bitch
Got some hittas in my clique
Looking like I caught a lick
Looking like I caught a lick

Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me

Bronx Season lyrics - Cardi B

Oh, how you doing?
I'm alright
[Laughs]

Now how much times do I gotta prove these niggas wrong?
And how much times I gotta show these bitches I ain't soft?
How many shows I gotta sell out 'fore you get the cost?
Why they really tryna front like I ain't hit the charts?
All these labels, throwing deals from left to right
But I ain't giving in until they get them numbers right
All these people think that this shit happen overnight
All that flexin' they be doing
Shit is all a hype
No tolerance for a hating bitch
Talking shit
Only time I hold my tongue is when I'm sucking dick
So when I see you in the streets, yeah, it's fucking lit
And don't be talking all that sorry shit
Don't flip the script
I see the lights
I hear the hype
I hit the mic
I kill the show
I get my dough
I catch a flight
I see a hater
I'm running down
It's on sight
I throw my hands
I hit em' left
I hit em' right

They sleeping on me just because I used to strip
But it's all good cause now they wanna get up in my VIP
Blowing up my phone
Saying everything I touch is lit
Acting cool and wanna fuck me
Like they wasn't talking shit
I let em' live
Let the shady motherfuckers live
Get them the price then it's time to show em' what it is
Don't got the bat?
Well then what you really tryna pitch?
Don't waste my time
I ain't never been no average bitch

Not to mention
I did my tour and that shit was winning
Independent, the headline
Award of feeling
I thank the Lord for all the blessings that he is given
I love the fans
They fill me up with their ammunition
I don't really talk shit but now I gotta off this
I don't know why bitches think we work in the same office
Corny bitches tryna keep up?
Look exhausted
Wave the white flag
Girl, you might as well just forfeit

My ex told me I was never gon' be shit
Lookie, lookie now
Lookie now
Nigga I'm that bitch
What you thought?
Yeah, you really lost
Now you kinda sick
But I ain't never need a nigga
I was always on my shit
I used to stare at magazines
On the train
Looking at these models
Like "I gotta be this one day"
Fuck around
Got myself a name
Now I'm getting paid
Left the corny bitches in the grave
Now they throwing shade

Hectic lyrics - Cardi B (feat. DJ Hardwerk)

Ayo, step up in the spot, they know who I be
Couple bottles pop in the VIP
Dancing all up on the couch, shaking my ass
Probably leave with ya man, grand larceny
Bitch, pardon me
You don't wanna start with me
I be out here getting cash, you be in the thottery
I be in the trap, chasing chips like the lottery
You ain't bout that life
You don't be like Cardi B
All my getting-shmoney hoes, put ya hands up
Yeah, you cute but you gon have to pull ya pants up
I see you over there checking out my thick thighs
So I gotta smart mouth and what?
I go litty for my city, NYC
Take the whole nut, ain't worried bout no Plan B
Yeah, I'm nasty
Lick my lips, blow a kiss and walk off with a hunnid thou on my wrist
Swish, I ain't with the politics
"A hoe never gets cold", you know what the motto is
Unless it's forgets diamond cuts, gold bottles, bitch
Sitting in that 64, bitch, feeling hella lit

Hectic, hectic
When I pull up it gets hectic, hectic
Don't worry bout what's on my left wrist, it cost a check, bitch
If I'm in the spot, I'm slaying shit, I'm in the best fit
Hectic, hectic
When I pull up it gets hectic, hectic
Don't worry bout what's on my left wrist, it cost a check, bitch
If I'm in the spot, I'm slaying shit, I'm in the best fit

NY, do or die, yeah I got this
KSR, chill y'all, yeah I got this
40 those, 2 seater in the cockpit
And I'm a freak so you know that bitch topless
You a hot mess, that's a fact tho
Understood the life, bitch, you know how that go
A lot of thots out here crowding up my cash flow
But I'm a queen just tryna build a castle
You a fiend, you all up in my asshole
I cause a scene and give you what you ask for
Hair did, manicure, so ready
Check
Attitude have to be so petty, yep
I made it this year, I made it to here, I swear
My vision is clear, y'all bitches be weird, I'm here
Showstopper, Ms. Life of the party, yeah
Top shotter, no filter, Young Cardi
Yeah

Hectic, hectic
When I pull up it gets hectic, hectic
Don't worry bout what's on my left wrist, it cost a check, bitch
If I'm in the spot, I'm slaying shit, I'm in the best fit
Hectic, hectic
When I pull up it gets hectic, hectic
Don't worry bout what's on my left wrist, it cost a check, bitch
If I'm in the spot, I'm slaying shit, I'm in the best fit

Leave That Bitch Alone (Skit) lyrics - Cardi B

[Just Vlad:] Yo what's good, what you doing, you goin' through my phone? Nah you violatin', wassup?
[Cardi B:] Oh so you buyin' bitches Birkin's now?
[Just Vlad:] Nah she got that at Fordham
[Cardi B:] So you taking bitches to Outback? You know I like that motherfucking rib eye steak out there. Why the fuck would you take that bitch to my motherfucking favourite restaurant?
[Just Vlad:] It was on a TV commercial, I ain't spend no real money
[Cardi B:] So you fucking with this bitch huh? This bitch think that she could take my man from me
[Just Vlad:] No, no this is a girl from bible study
[Cardi B:] You got bitches feeling confident huh?
[Just Vlad:] Come on baby, wild, she bugging. Ain't nothing like that baby
[Cardi B:] Oh she bugging? Now you gonna see me fucking go bugging
[Just Vlad:] You wildin', chill out, come on baby chill out, chill out come on chill out
[Cardi B:] I got your wildin' right now, I got your wildin' right now give me a second
[Just Vlad:] Come on, what you still scrollin' for? Ain't nothin' in there, come on. What you lookin' for?
[Cardi B:] Oh, so you took this bitch to your mother's house?
[Just Vlad:] Nah come on baby
[Cardi B:] You took her to your mother's house?
[Just Vlad:] She from bible study I told you
[Cardi B:] You know what? I'm a give you bible study, I'm a send you straight to motherfucking God!
[Just Vlad:] Yo chill out baby come on, relax. What you lookin' for?
[Cardi B:] I'm a send this nigga right to God, right now. Where the fuck I put this piece at?
[Just Vlad:] What you looking for?
[Cardi B:] I'm a show this nigga. I'm not the one to be fucking with
[Just Vlad:] What you looking for? Chill out baby. Just calm down
[Cardi B:] Where is it? I can't find it. Ha, Cardi
[Just Vlad:] The fuck?! Where you get that shit?!

Leave That Bitch Alone lyrics - Cardi B

Leave that bitch alone
Leave that bitch alone
You knew that I was crazy
Why the fuck you took her home?
Now I'm going through ya phone seeing all these hoes
You knew that I don't like her
What type of crazy shit you on?

You want me to come to your crib and get comfortable
What if I wanna move in and shit?
I will blow up on some Levy shit
Don't let me catch a bitch
You wanna chance that shit?
You should just dead it
I swear to God you gon regret it
Watch when I start off to you
Why the fuck you take so long to answer my message?
The fuck you gon tell me?
You with the homies?
Boy, don't think you can curve me for some other puss cause it can get ugly
Boy, I be on some other shit
You get it, you know wassup
Cause if I ever find out bout that bitch, word you gon get that bitch cut

I'm not the one
I don't know why would you try it
Trust me, my nigga, I swear I will beat all of them judges
I swear I'm a lion
Pussy was good
Pussy was perfect
But watch when I pop all ya tags and key up ya whip
I hope it was worth it

Leave that bitch alone
Leave that bitch alone
You knew that I was crazy
Why the fuck you took her home?
Now I'm going through ya phone seeing all these hoes
You knew that I don't like her
What type of crazy shit you on?

What if I tell you I wanna be wifey?
What you gon tell me, I might be?
Then I'm a want ya password to ya Twitter, ya Facebook, and even ya IG
Boy, it's a wrap
Cause I got the Glock
And I will blow all them bitches that's all in ya DMs just don't call me back, nigga
Please don't be dumb
My hair always in a bun
You know what that means, I'll be ready for war and remember I got a gun
I be on some other shit
Just letting you know from now
So when that time come around and I don't catch you like him
Move outta town

I'm telling you I don't be with all that crying
If I get her or you fuck with motions, I'm gonna light ya girl on fire
Pussy was good
Pussy was perfect
But if I ever pop up on you fucking that bitch, you gon need a surgeon

Leave that bitch alone
Leave that bitch alone
You knew that I was crazy
Why the fuck you took her home?
Now I'm going through ya phone seeing all these hoes
You knew that I don't like her
What type of crazy shit you on?

Rollin lyrics - Cardi B

Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin
All my bitches rollin, rollin, rollin
All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)
Them commas coming (commas coming quick)
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin (all my bitches rollin)
Rollin, rollin (rollin rollin rollin)
All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)
Them commas coming quick (Them commas coming quick)

Look
Show you bitches how to do this shit
Stand back while I demonstrate
Pussy worth like a million dollars
I think your nigga got expensive taste
I'm not a bum bitch, I'm a boss bitch
You sideline I'm centre stage
I don't even get involved with it if it don't make me cum or it don't get me paid
If it's not the money then it's "goofy, gone"
Steal your man with my [?] on
Whole team full of bad bitches and that Louboutin our uniform
24 karat my grills, I do what I want, bitch fuck how you feel
Fuck a whole check up all on my nails
I pull up in foreign and cut in my wheel, bye bitch

Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin
All my bitches rollin, rollin, rollin
All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)
Them commas coming quick (commas coming quick)
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin (all my bitches rollin)
Rollin, rollin (rollin rollin rollin)
All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)
Them commas coming quick (them commas coming quick)

Look
I'm not a rider chick I'm a driver chick
I could come get you instead
I hope all of your homies got money, nigga
Cause all of my bitches got bread
Look, got a home girl out the west coast
Swear to God I love that bitch
Ask about us, any club, they gonna tell you we run that shit
I'm like the strip club Mariah Carey
Dominican, Halle Berry
Hair be laid, bills be paid
Still put bread on my nigga commissary
If I want something, it's "whatever, cop it"
Balenciaga, tell em check the closet
Heard you fucking for that extra change
That's why that pussy got that extra mileage
I be rollin

Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin
All my bitches rollin, rollin, rollin
All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)
Them commas coming quick (commas coming quick)
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin (all my bitches rollin)
Rollin, rollin (rollin rollin rollin)
All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin (all my bitches rollin)
Rollin, rollin (rollin rollin rollin)
All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)

Back It Up lyrics - Cardi B (feat. Konshens and Hoodcelebrityy)

[Cardi B:]
Yeah
Cardi
B
Hoodcelebrityy

[Konshens:]
Hey gal, beg you listen to my offa
Yuh body, me ah beg a likkle wine offa
This a nuh sumn for your smile offa
Me guarantee it ah go bun yuh like lava
Back it up for me
Back it up for me
Girl
Back it up for me
Back it up for me

[Cardi B:]
Back it up, I'm sitting while me back it up
So me jack it up, sidung pon di cocky suh
Em wah em cocky suck
So me take me tongue and plap it up
Suck till cocky bruk, em seh gal how you suh sloppy suh
Bwoy you a deal wid di realest
And when me a cum you gon' feel it
Give you the best fuckin' of yuh life
The way me back it up me swear you naa go leave tonight
Hey boy watch how me a go put pah yuh
The way me deal wid it dem call me comey master
Dah pussy tight so yuh come faster
And when me done wid you, you a go need wata

[Konshens:]
Back it up for me
Back it up for me
Girl
Back it up for me
Back it up for me

Gal, mek it clap fi di Don
Back it up pon me, me have di cash inna hand
Pussy ah buss out ah di damn piece ah thong
So me love when gal grab the mic, sing ah song
That's right... Yuh titty dem ah buss out ah yuh dress like
The strippers dem a wah yuh dress like
Dem gal deh me love, dem have the best vibe
Me wuda fuck yuh till death and fuck yuh Inna the next life

Hey gal, beg you listen to my offa
Yuh body, me ah beg a likkle wine offa
This a nuh sumn for your smile offa
Me guarantee it ah go bun yuh like lava
Back it up for me
Back it up for me
Girl
Back it up for me
Back it up for me

[Hoodcelebrityy:]
Yuh say yuh love it how me back it up
Pussy fat, print out, me nuh affi pack it up
Position, look round ah back, how you ah mash it up
Pussy nice and firm, it get the cocky tough
Wooii, yuh say me bad, yuh need a wine afta
And the pussy yah sumn you'd ah die afta
Give it to you one time, you wuda cry afta
But me nuh waa nuh watch man weh come fi spy afta
Wooii

[Konshens:]
Hey gal, beg you listen to my offa
Yuh body, me ah beg a likkle wine offa
This a nuh sumn for your smile offa
Me guarantee it ah go bun yuh like lava
Back it up for me
Back it up for me
Girl
Back it up for me
Back it up for me

Never Give Up lyrics - Cardi b (feat. Josh X)

[Cardi B:]
Cardi
Josh X

I see the pain in your eyes
And truth is only the strong survive
And you still here, so from here you only gon' rise
Spread them wings so they can tell you how far you gonna fly
You don't gotta pop them pills
I know just how you feel
I know there's a lot of fake love
But there's love that's actually real
But that can't stop you now
You're already on the battle field
Took everything that came your way
Almost at the top of the hill
Fly baby fly

[Josh X:]
Never Give up
We're almost at the top of the hill now
It took a long time to heal now
And you know that I know, and you know, and they know
That we'll never give up
We're almost at the top of the hill now
It took a long time to heal now
And you know that I know, and you know, and they know
That I will never give up

[Cardi B:]
Don't be so quick to just give in
If you give up now how you gon' win
I know them stressful nights made you and the pills best friends
I know it feels good, but this shit just got to end
I'm counting on you boo
Put this peer pressure on you
If I overcame that shit
I know you can make it too
I don't want to see you lose
There's other ways to heal that bruise
I know you can make it to see what's at the end of the solution

[Josh X:]
Never Give up
We're almost at the top of the hill now
It took a long time to heal now
And you know that I know, and you know, and they know
That we'll never give up
We're almost at the top of the hill now
It took a long time to heal now
And you know that I know, and you know, and they know
That I will never give up

[Cardi B:]
Don't jump now
I come for you
I'm here for you

[Josh X:]
Never Give up
We're almost at the top of the hill now
It took a long time to heal now
And you know that I know, and you know, and they know
That we'll never give up
We're almost at the top of the hill now
It took a long time to heal now
And you know that I know, and you know, and they know
That I will never give up

[Cardi B:]
I love you

Pull Up lyrics - Cardi B

Hella thick you better pull up on me
I hope you feel the same when you see my face you better pull up on me
Ain't no baking day I'm prepared to shake you better pull up on me
Now you wanna be my friend, no you ain't safe, you better pull up homie
Pull up
Pull up pull up pull up one me
Pull up
Pull up pull up pull up one me
I heard you talkin' cray I know you hella fake
You better pull up on me
I hope you feel the same when you see my face

No, I don't think they know
They don't know how this go
They think I'm broke
What a fucking joke
When I walk in the door I gets my dough
Then a bitch get low
I used to kill them poles now I kill them shows
They're all like "my bro?" Well fuck ya hoes
Yeah, cause all my bitches they be gettin' with me
If I put a fifty they gon' put a fifty
Every night, ask whose rendezvous [?]
I had to go get it on some real shit
If you a real bitch you gon' feel this
Every single nigga that came my way
I finesse and juug on some ill shit
So much people think they know my pussy
But no-one can say they fucked
Please show me hoe facts
Name-drop, round 'em up
That bum bitch like to run her mouth
I swear to God I'm a lay her out
When I catch you on the side of town
My Guiseppe heals gonna stomp you out
I'm tired of playin', I'm tired of playin'
I'm gon' give you hell, you gon' think I'm Satan
I see you mad cause I'm bout to have this whole shit on lock
Incarceration
One gave you wrong information
You try to play me, that's confirmation
It's all good cause when you see my face shit don't come out like it's constipation
You stunk bitch
I know it sucks bitch
Yeah
Pull up bitch
Yeah
Like what's up bitch
Yeah

Pull up on me
I heard you talkin' cray I know you hella fake
You better pull up on me
I hope you feel the same when you see my face
You better pull up on me
Ain't no baking day I'm prepared to shake you better pull up on me
I know you wanna be my friend, no you ain't safe
You better pull up homie

Let's go
I mean come on now who you trying to flex for
Why you acting like I won't leave you down in the ground but you knew what it was from the get-go
That Cardi on some new shit
Get that money then I go flip
Some people think I'm just a dumb bitch
If that was true I wouldn't have shit
Yeah
Bronx bitch till the day I die
I did my dirt and I ain't gotta lie
You can talk crazy on IG
But when I run up let them hands fly
I don't fuck around with no fucking clowns
Any niggas with me they fucking hounds
Any bitches with me they fucking down
So if you really bout it then pull up now
You stunk bitch
I know it sucks bitch
Yeah
Pull up bitch
Yeah
Like what's up bitch
Yeah

Pull up on me
I heard you talkin' cray I know you hella fake
You better pull up on me
I hope you feel the same when you see my face
You better pull up on me
Ain't no baking day I'm prepared to shake you better pull up on me
I know you wanna be my friend, no you ain't safe
You better pull up homie

Pop Off lyrics - Cardi B (feat. Casanova)

[Cardi B:]
Motherfuckers be like "but what type of niggas will wife you?"
My type of niggas will wife me! The type of niggas that like bitches that pop off and suck dick all day motherfucking long bitch
Thanks to all my followers that always defended me, y'all my God brothers and God sisters, I would dare jump in your fight, I would dare jump in your fight. Now what's poppin?

Who wanna pop off
Who wanna start war
They talkin' shit?
I'm taking tops off
Jeans, pause
Weaves, pause
Rings, pause
Everything, off
Who wanna pop off
Who wanna start war
They talkin' shit?
I'm taking tops off
Jeans, pause
Weaves, pause
Rings, pause
Everything, off

I'm starting to lose my patience
Weak bitches hating
Bitches throwing subs like I won't kick your face in
Baby mama's mad cause I'm in first place, and
When it comes to you bitch, there's no conversation
I been to give it up grimy
I'm the Bronx bitch, I'm feisty
"Cardi why you feisty?"
Shut up bitch, fight me
NY raised and so you know it's very likely
That when I hear some shit that I don't like, I get hype B
Who would wanna wife me?
Your nigga wanna wife me
You think cause I'm a stripper hoe that nigga won't think twice B?
Put this pussy on his face
Ride that shit nicely
Tear his ass up, then you really ain't gon' like me
So what you tryna do
You and you and you
I feel some type a way
A bitch finna get loose
Tell me what's the deal
I'm bout to [?] the hill
The wig is coming off
Shit bout to get real

Who wanna pop off
Who wanna start war
They talkin' shit?
I'm taking tops off
Jeans, pause
Weaves, pause
Rings, pause
Everything, off
Who wanna pop off
Who wanna start war
They talkin' shit?
I'm taking tops off
Jeans, pause
Weaves, pause
Rings, pause
Everything, off

[Casanova:]
Got beef with Cardi B? I'm poppin' off
Shit get hectic? I'm a drop it off
Oh you shining? Your chain and your watch is off
You was never with this shit, nigga, knock it off
Youse a pussy, and your whole block is soft
You caught feelings, could she ain't even drop you off
You thought that bag was getting you pussy, not at all
You was getting lied, you ain't know she made that call
To the dog's dinner, and they starving
I gotta feed all 'em
I'm gon' get that nigga, you gon' get that bitch
They thought switched cause we both got rich?
Nah, we on the same time
You got yours, I got mine
You got a problem get in line
It's Cardi B, and 2 times

[Cardi B:]
Who wanna pop off
Who wanna start war
They talkin' shit?
I'm taking tops off
Jeans, pause
Weaves, pause
Rings, pause
Everything, off
Who wanna pop off
Who wanna start war
They talkin' shit?
I'm taking tops off
Jeans, pause
Weaves, pause
Rings, pause
Everything, off

Shit, that bitch six three and she bodied
Superman calves, and her shoulder something retarded
I ain't backing down, Cardi got the heart regardless
You want her to knock me out, and you think I'm a forfeit
Gang gang, squad up, and have my niggas all on it
Pay a couple nigga and they had you out when the call went
And I put that on my life, I really don't do this often
But the way I'm feeling now, like whatever, I'm on it
Have you laid out on the stretcher with your socks off
Had the pastor praying, like "sorry for your, loss"
Throw dirt on my, name, you better pop, off
My name ring bells like Mayweather, box, off
I'm Cardi B, east coast contender
5'3" looking good with the nails bananas
Freddy Kruger on these bitches I cut their lights, off
Should have read the memo, Cardi B pops off

mixtape: "Gangsta Bitch Music, Vol. 1" (2016)

• Intro (Skit) lyrics - Cardi B (feat. The Breakfast Club)
• Trust Issues lyrics - Cardi B
• On Fleek lyrics - Cardi B
• Got Me Fucked Up (Skit) lyrics - Cardi B
• B.O.N (Remix) lyrics - Cardi B
• Washpoppin lyrics - Cardi B
• Her Perspective (Skit) lyrics - Cardi B
• Selfish lyrics - Cardi B
• I Gotta Hurt You lyrics - Cardi B
• With That (Remix) lyrics - Cardi B
• Foreva lyrics - Cardi B
• Trick Skit lyrics - Cardi B (feat. Haitian V)
• Ten Trick Commandments lyrics - Cardi B
• Sauce Niggaz lyrics - Cardi B
• Lit Thot lyrics - Cardi B
• Everything lyrics - Cardi B
• Skit (Final Words With Lisa Evers) lyrics - Cardi B (feat. Lisa Evers)

Intro (Skit) lyrics - Cardi B (feat. The Breakfast Club)

[Dj Envy:]
Morning everybody its DJ Envy, Angela Yee, Charlamange Tha God
We are the Breakfast Club
We got some special guests in the builging

[Charlamange Tha God:]
Our lord and savior Cardi B

[E:]
Cardi B, Cardi B, Cardi B

[Angela Yee:]
Now what about your career as an artist

[CTG:]
And what was your inspiration

[Cardi B:]
Well you know I've been writing rhymes and I've been into music ever since I was in high school. But you know when you young you have these dreams of becoming this big star or being an artist. But your dreams start getting crushed by priorities and bills you know. After I got kicked out of my house when I was 18, its like I didn't have 200 dollars to invest in a studio session like I had to pay bills I had to pay my rent. Now that I'm making that shmoney, its like, why not invest on my dreams that I always dreamt of. You know what I'm saying. You got to follow your dreams, like fuck you mean

Trust Issues lyrics - Cardi B

I don't really trust them no more
All these bitches do is talk behind your back that's a no go
And I don't really stress it no more
Getting all this money made my heart so cold
Middle finger up to you hoes
Hating on me I'm making moves on the road though
And I don't really trust them no more
I don't really stress it no more
I don't be trusting them
I don't be stressing them
I swear I just flex on them
I swear I just flex on them

Carbi B, me bad one
You bitches sad ones
I just get my money and I style on them
All them bitches broke and they mad I just dab on them
Wave bye hit the gas on them
200 on the dash on them
I don't say much I just swag on them
I be killing them I go Fab on them
Left right throwing jabs at them
Night night I'm a black on them
Hit the game raw no magnums
Can't stop winning God finna go platinum

I don't really trust them no more
All these bitches do is talk behind your back that's a no go
And I don't really stress it no more
Getting all this money made my heart so cold
Middle finger up to you hoes
Hating on me I'm making moves on the road though
And I don't really trust them no more
I don't really stress it no more
I don't be trusting them
I don't be stressing them
I swear I just flex on them
I swear I just flex on them

NY Cardi next in line
Yeah it's my time real hittas gonna respect mine
I got deadlines
I'm a hit the headlines ain't no bed time young boss nigga I ain't lying
I fuck shit up then I come for my checks
What you expect Cardi in full effect
I see they mad
I see they vexed
But it's not my fault when I shoot it's all net
Like swish now they look at the flick of the wrist
They sending shots but I swear it's all miss
Cardi fall off yeah bitch you wish
You must be drunk off all of those liqs

I don't be trusting them
I don't be stressing them
I swear I just flex on them
I swear I just flex on them
NY Cardi next in line
Yeah it's my time real hittas gonna respect mine
I got deadlines
I'm a hit the headlines ain't no bed time young boss nigga I ain't lying

On Fleek lyrics - Cardi B

I pull up, like what's up, everything on fleek
I do it nice, seven days a week
Like oh my, oh my, oh my God
I don't do nothing for free you know I got to charge
When I'm done, they be like you better
You better, you better, you better
When that check come I be like
You better, you better, you better

I'm Cardi exotic, my ice retarded
I walk in the party get started
Murder scene he want all this
Your bitch I demolish on fleek is what you call it
This not a game, fuck is you saying
Bullshit is something I don't entertain
Come correct if gon' call out my name
Not talking money I'm switching these lanes, like swerve
Now watch me, now watch me, swag surf
Boy you better respect the curve
I'm on my bullshit, fuck what you heard
Oh you ain't know, well you gon' learn

I pull up like what's up, everything on fleek
I do it nice, seven days a week
Like oh my, oh my, oh my God
I don't do nothing for free you know I got to charge
When I'm done, they be like you better
You better, you better, you better
When that check come I be like
You better, you better, you better

Fleek the definition of me
I keep it in check papi
I am a whole different breed
I'm Cardi, capiche
Them other ones can't compete
I make bitches want to retreat
I go to the desert for weeks
When I come back I come back with heat
Now they be all up in my DM
Trying to give Cardi B the [?]
I swear to God I don't see 'em
I'm high up in the hills like The Weeknd

I pull like what's up, everything on fleek
I do it nice, seven days a week
Like oh my, oh my, oh my God
I don't do nothing for free you know I got to charge
When I'm done, they be like you better
Do better, you better, you better
When that check come I be like
You better, you better, you better

Got Me Fucked Up (Skit) lyrics - Cardi B

[Phone ringing]

Yo
Yo my nigga
Yo what's good?
What you doing?
I'm chillin' and shit what happened
Yo I'm dumb tight right now
Like tell me how this nigga I was in the club and he was dead tryna style on me tryna play me like yo
I'm so tight I feel like these niggas be thinking just because I'm a BITCH like I don't be having bros to smack a nigga
That's crazy so what you want me to do?
What I want you to do? I want you to handle that that's what the fuck I want you to do
Aight aight bet say no more you already know I'm a slap his fucking head off his shoulders you ain't gotta tell me twice
Yo where this nigga gon be at anyway where he gon be at?
I'm a check his Instagram and whatever and I'm a see where he gon be at tonight
I can do it tonight
Or maybe tomorrow aight just stay on deck
Yo I want you to smack this nigga like if you was his father
I'm a violate him
That's what I want you to do
I'm a violate him don't worry you already I got you sis
Aight then love you bro
Alright love you too you already know

B.O.N (Remix) lyrics - Cardi B

Fuck all that talking shit
Fuck all that stalling shit
I came here to eat
I ain't with that starving shit
Been on the hustle since young, so I been involved in shit:
The fakes, the snakes, heartbreaks- I mean all of it
I'm in my zone now and I ain't gon fold up
They like Cardi all grown up yea bitch I glo'ed up
They ain't see the blizzard coming these niggas done froze up
They mad they been sleeping on me just be like you woke up
I don't make scenes I just make movies
Clip after clip after clip call it a uzi
I feel like a bad ass I feel like I'm Boosie
They quick to judge a bitch just wish they knew me
I know a couple hittas done pulled a couple triggers
Violate me they gon come and get you
And I'm tired of y'all baby mamas y'all nothing but drama
Always worrying about the new bitch why you so foolish watching my moves you like how I do shit
I make you feel insecure but that's not my problem
Just worry about your kid and I'm a keep popping my collar
And for those who want to know I'm not your average hoe
I be on my bullshit, but yea I got standards though
Yeah I fucked a couple niggas pulled a couple tricks
Bust a couple splits sucked a couple dicks
But there is a story to everything and that's just real shit
My family had to eat and I had to pay the rent
If it's green I'm a get it please stay the fuck out my business
Bitch try me I promise you get it
Bitch try me there will be no winning
Gotta watch all these faces there's too many counterfeits
Sometimes when you hear them say I got you you can't even count on it
That's why I fuck with my bitches only my bitches
My day one bitches so please do not fuck with my bitches
That's a brick in your face and you gon need stitches
I see that you moving suspicious
200 dollars, they do you with quickness
That's word to my niece I'm not kidding
I fuck with them BONs and they get vicious

Washpoppin lyrics - Cardi B

I need all my money makers bring that cash out
I need all my D boys to bring that cash out
I need all my scammer niggas bring that cash out
Don't you see these big ass titties and this ass out
I need all my money makers bring that cash out
I need all my D boys to bring that cash out
I need all my scammer niggas bring that cash out
Don't you see these big ass titties and this ass out

Lil trick go bust a band on a bitch
Now give me all that money you be spending on your chick
Now give me all that money you be spending on your kid
Now give me all that money you been stacking for your rent nigga
I'm just into making money I ain't into making love
When you hear that stripper hoe I'm the one you thinking of
I'm the bitch they love to hate I'm the bitch they hate and love
Yellow bitch I look like Diamond in Playas Club
You want to be my main squeeze baby don't you
You want to give a bitch a seed baby don't you
You hit the club with 20 Gs baby don't you
And spend that all on Cardi B baby don't you
I need like 10k right now
I need like 20k right now
I need like 50k right now
All you broke niggas get out the way right now

I need all my money makers bring that cash out
I need all my D boys to bring that cash out
I need all my scammer niggas bring that cash out
Don't you see these big ass titties and this ass out
I need all my money makers bring that cash out
I need all my D boys to bring that cash out
I need all my scammer niggas bring that cash out
Don't you see these big ass titties and this ass out

Real niggas fuck with me the bad bitches fuck with me
So if you don't it's probably cause you broke or you ugly
Real niggas fuck with me the bad bitches fuck with me
So if you don't it's probably cause you broke or you ugly
Every time that I'm on the road popping
Every time that I do a show popping
When I put this pussy on the pole popping
Friends want to have these cornrows popping

I need all my money makers bring that cash out
I need all my D boys to bring that cash out
I need all my scammer niggas bring that cash out
Don't you see these big ass titties and this ass out
I need all my money makers bring that cash out
I need all my D boys to bring that cash out
I need all my scammer niggas bring that cash out
Don't you see these big ass titties and this ass out

Her Perspective (Skit) lyrics - Cardi B

Yo where the fuck was you at?
Fuck you mean you at some club
Bet you at the club got niggas touching on your ass right
Same ass I'm supposed to be touching on right
Bitch you think you cute ohh you think you a bad bitch
Bitch you ain't shit you trash bitch thot doodle fuck you talking about
What? What? Bitch you crazy I'll smack the shit out your dumb ass like I did last
Look look look hold on hold on hold on
Yo stop raising your muhfuckin voice bitch you already know what time it is
I don't give a fuck bitch you know what matter fact close the fucking door cause the neighbors about to see exactly what the fuck is about to go on
Close the fucking door you stupid ass slut
What? I will fucking kill you
You don't fucking understand I will fucking kill you
I will put a bullet through your fucking scalp you dumb ass hoe
Calm down? Me? What?
Stop screaming stop screaming I don't want nobody to know what the fuck going on right now stop screaming
Get the fuck off me
Yo look get the fuck out my crib matter fact stay here I'm out and you better be here when I get back you stupid ass bitch
And if I catch you in the club I don't give a fuck what club it is I'm a fuck you up there too

Selfish lyrics - Cardi B

I gave you more than I give myself
So loyal to you that I betray myself
Well I guess I'm a wither away

You a snake and you chose to slither today
I gave my all my love and my trust but
I guess my all just wasn't enough
Yeah there's something about you I can't help it
But I'm a do for myself I'm being selfish

Babe your melody is the voice I need makes me skip a beat yeah
And baby you know it yeah
But it's hard to show it
See the one I love used to be in clubs used to fuck with thugs yeah
And I can't expose it yeah cause she already know it yeah
But why don't you ask me
Why is it so hard to fall in love
Why don't you ask me
Why can I never ever ever try
Why don't you ask me
Why everything is going this way
Why don't you ask me
I guess we don't know
They say the one that you truly love hurts you the most
Now the one that I truly love hurt me the most
Now the one that you truly love is hurting you the most
I guess I'll never know
Why I got so cold
It's not your fault

Be selfish, be selfish, be selfish Withering away as I gaze at the sky looking at his face and all the pain it's caused me
I ask why
Didn't I love
Didn't I give you more than I ever gave myself
What do you wish cause that part of me no longer exist
This time I'm first, I'm picking me
I finally learned to be selfish

I Gotta Hurt You lyrics - Cardi B

You know
I could love you with all my heart
You're my baby and
And I love you I just
I just feel the need to hurt you
Maybe I'm scorn
Maybe I need a therapist
Maybe I'm petty
I just

I want to hurt you
I want to hurt you
I want to hurt you
I need to make you sure you remember me forever
E-e-e-e-ever
E-e-e-e-ever
E-e-e-e-ever
(I was raised well)
E-e-e-e-ever
E-e-e-e-ever
E-e-e-e-ever
I want to hurt you
I want to hurt you
I want to, I want to hurt you
I want to hurt, hurt, hurt
I want to hurt you
(Forever)
I want to hurt you
I want to, I want to hurt you
(Forever)
I want to hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt
I want to hurt you

I want to hurt you
I got to make sure that you feel me
I need to make sure you remember me forever
I have to show you

Hi there
My name is, my name is
Cardi, Cardi, Cardi, Cardi
I don't know
I love it
I love it
Lonelyness
It fulfills my sorrow
You may think
You may think I have no tomorrow
Its easier to die
Than to live
But I will show you
That I'm strong enough
To use you and abuse you
And I'm gonna live
And I'm gonna win (haha)
I'm gonna win
I'm gonna win
I'm gonna win
I'm gonna win
I'm gonna win
I-I-I-I-I'm go-onna win

I want to hurt you
I got to make sure that you feel me
I need to make sure they remember me forever
I have to show you