Cardi B other songs:

 

Bet It lyrics - Cardi B

 (from "Bruised" soundtrack)

Un adiós sin razones

Unos años sin valor

Bardi

Ain't no half-steppin', all I do is break records

Now I play chess so a bitch can't check her

Made it out of hell and it's still gettin' hectic

And my life is a movie, only Cardi could direct it

Only take cash, they ain't never gave credit

Had to risk it all in myself so I bet it

Started on the pole, in the end, don't regret it

They'll use the past against you if you let it

But I'm back and I'm better, got Henny on the line

Tell her that I have real shit on my mind

'Cause the clocks start tickin' from the day I got signed

Million dollar watch 'cause a bitch got time

They'll tell you everything about me, but the grind

Tell you there's a bitch this hot, then they lyin'

If I pay for the streams, why the fuck you ain't buyin'?

When these hoes start hatin', these hoes start lyin'

Años sin valor

I got dressed for the stages, got dressed for the court

Dressed for my husband, told him "Rip this shit off"

Got dressed for the GRAMMYs, then I left with awards

Hundred thousand dollars dress left on the floor

They was losin' they mind when I hit the Met Gala

Tail so long, it dragged thirty minutes after

After the tears, you can get to the laughter

After the bookings, on to the next chapter

Got goals that I want, got goals that I met

Gold on my neck that I froze in baguettes

More movie sets mean more movie checks

'Cause I live in a mansion, I don't live in regrets

Plans for the fam, got Kulture the jet

Told us to invest, so the culture is set

Blam-blam-blam, if you posin' a threat

Never did it for clout, never talked on the set, bitch

Años sin valor

Uh

Who they all come get when they want shit chartin'?

They was hittin' me when they wanna break artist

After we break bread, then we get shit started

Obviously they don' want it, unless Cardi B on it

Then I want some shit, 'cause I done some shit

Checks on like I just won some shit

Shoot up the charge like I done some shit

Gotta read my deal, 'cause I run this shit

All the dope boys runnin' all the Wallstreet dudes

Chefs in the mansion 'cause I don't even buy food

You should laugh, I'ma rap, sayin' I will get booed

Now I get a big bag, that's a big move

From the Bronx to the 'burbs, make big moves

Rock red bottoms, made 'em big shoes

Play goose, and I'm so focused

'Cause the money never made me bein' broke bitch

Un adiós sin razones

Unos años sin valor

Bongos lyrics - Cardi B & Megan Thee Stallion

 Bong, bong, bong, bong (We good?)

Bong, bong, bong, bong (Like a drum)

Bong, bong, bong, bong (This is fire)

Bong, bong, bong-bong-bong-bong

Nigga, eat this ass like a plum (Plum)

This pussy tight like a nun (Nun)

Better chew it up like it's gum (Gum)

Then wipe your mouth when you done, mm (Okay)

I'm hot like Nevada

Pussy get popped, piñata

Bitch, I look like money (Like money)

You could print my face on a dollar

Beat it up (Bong-bong-bong-bong)

Beat it up (Bong-bong-bong-bong)

Beat it up (Bong-bong-bong-bong)

Beat it up (Bong), okay

Five, four, three, two, one, lift off (Hey)

Honey, I'm home, shoes gettin' kicked off (Uh)

Every time I turn around, a bitch pissed off (Ah-ha)

Little dusty-ass hoes need a lint brush (Woo)

You gon' settle down, you gon' live with him (What?)

I don't even wanna post a pic with him (No)

The bag he just bought me was a Goyard (Goyard)

That ain't your nigga, he is both ours

Pussy tight like a nun (Nun)

Countin' hundreds up with my thumb (Thumb)

I don't care where you from (From)

Better beat this shit like a drum (Okurrr)

Don't be talkin' shit like you know me (Woo)

I ride dick like a pony

Girl, that nigga look like a brokey (Real hot-girl shit)

Go and fuck with his homie, he a (Ah)

This ass sit like the stallion

All these wannabes my lil' ponies

These hoes camped out in the comments

Always talkin' like they know me (Ayy)

Thick bitches in the black truck, packed in

Eat whoever in my way, Ms. Pacman

Hermès, made a real big purchase

Purse so big, had to treat it like a person

Bad bitch (Bad bitch) in real life (In real life)

Show me real love (Yeah, yeah), give a fuck about them likes ('Bout them likes)

Bitch tryna say I ain't fine, oh, aight

They know I'm thick like I'm eatin' beans with the rice

Like lean over ice, got the real meat pies (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I be spillin' like my ass out these jeans when they tight (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

And the way they watch me, need to be monetized (Ah)

I'ma need a money bag if I sleep overnight

Wait, wait (Hold up), wait, wait (Hold up), wait

Hoes pop pills, but I'm the one they can't take (Yeah)

Hot-girl shit, I'ma make somethin' shake (Brrt)

I know these stiff hoes can't relate (Ah)

Shoot your shot like a free throw

Just know this pussy ain't free, though

My BD is a Migo

Bitch, your BD is a zero

My back shots sound like bongos

I ain't scared to admit I'm a freak ho (Ah)

At least I'm gettin' my money (Yeah)

Y'all hoes broke, pussy took more turns than a key hole

It did

Like a bun

I'ma throw it back like it's Thursday

I got cake, I'm lit, it's my birthday, ah

Look, I don't ride it on my knees, bitch, I ride it on my toes (Uh)

Big fat ass, it be eatin' up the thong

Got a garage full of foreign cars that I never drove (Yeah)

A bitch couldn't school me with a student loan

So sexy, I could Met Gala in a robe (Yup)

I could body every look and I could body every pose (Yes)

Neck full of diamonds, yeah, I'm forever froze

Will Cardi ever fall off? Bitch, we'll never know, woo

Beat it up

Wait

Bitch, I'm hot like Nevada

Pussy get popped, piñata (Bop)

Lookin' like money (Cold)

You could print my face on a dollar (Okurrr)

This pussy Dominicana

This pussy Americana, ayy

Si tú quiere' que te toma, toma

Bought a couple cribs on my own, I'm a owner (Woo)

Beat it up

Real hot-girl shit

La Cardi (Ah)

DESPECHÁ RMX lyrics - ROSALÍA & Cardi B

 Yeah-yeah

Yeah-yeah

Mmm

Baby, no me llame'

Que yo estoy ocupá' olvidando tus male'

Ya decidí que esta noche se sale

Con toa' mis motomami', con toda' mis yale'

Y ando despechá', woah, alocá'

Que Dios me libre de volver a tu la'o

Lo muevo de la'o a la'o y a otro la'o

Hoy salgo con mi baby de la disco coroná', coroná', yeah (Ay!)

I know how to make 'em so sick (So sick)

Go out, don't post no pics (No pics)

Back when I used to do pole chicks (Pole chicks)

I been had 'em pissed off, no shit (No shit)

Doin' checks, read the message, be blue than green (Facts)

This a king, bad bitch, but the shoes McQueen (Wow)

You were tryin' to hard not to watch my stories

I was shaking this ass, better not report me

I'm close by even though it's hard to reach me

My arm is bishy, this bra is CC

Got no ex, let 'em all delete me

I been'd on jets, they all beneath me (Ah)

Yeah, if I don't answer the phone then I die (Then I die)

Got it on, do not big Ry (Big Ry)

But I'm good though, ¿cómo estás? (Estás, ah)

Y ando despechá', woah, alocá'

Bajé con un flow nuevo 'e caja, baby, hackeá'

Lo muevo de la'o a la'o y a otro la'o

Hoy salgo con mi baby de la disco coroná'

Y ando despechá', woah, alocá'

Que Dios me libre de volver a tu la'o

Lo muevo de la'o a la'o y a otro la'o

Hoy salgo con mi baby de la disco coroná', coroná', yeah

Baby, please don't call me

Why you on my line 'cause I got a new body?

I have decided que voy pa' la calle

With all my motomamis y no hay quién me pare

Yeah, yeah

Don't need your drama, don't need your stress

I could forget you like uno, dos, tres

I want my money, whole lotta M's

Como este mambo, my money dance

All my mamis de la Cardi dicen: "Wepa", yeah, yeah

Big boss, baby, you know I'm the jefa

Y ando despechá', woah, alocá'

Bajé con un flow nuevo 'e caja, baby, hackeá'

Lo muevo de la'o a la'o y a otro la'o

Hoy salgo con mi baby de la disco coroná'

Y ando despechá', woah, alocá'

Que Dios me libre de volver a tu la'o

Lo muevo de la'o a la'o y a otro la'o

Hoy salgo con mi baby de la disco coroná', coroná', yeah

Mmm, voy a 180 porque soy una racineta, ¿qué, qué?

Te distrae' y yo te adelanto por la derecha, uh

Voy a 180 porque soy una racineta, ey, ey

Te distrae' y yo te adelanto por la derecha, mmm, mmm, mmm

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Ey

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Chris Jedi

Gaby, Gaby, Gaby

De Barcelona pa' Santo Domingo

Jajaja, La Cardi

La ROSALÍA, mmm, jaja

Hot Shit lyrics - Cardi B, Kanye West & Lil Durk

 It's too hard (It's too hard)

Tay Keith, it's too hard

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Now this that hot shit

Jimmy Snuka off the top rope, Superfly shit

Might get in the tub with my all my ice on some pock shit

Either way you slice it, bottom line, I'm the top bitch

New Chanel, I rock it, twist and it ain't even out yet

All this jewelry at the grocery store, I'm obnoxious

Bought a home and closin' on another, I know I'm blessed

Everybody wanna be gang, ain't no spots left

Bad bitch contest, there wouldn't be a contest

Ooh, smokin' dope

I'm connected

I don't know what's longer, man, my blocklist or my checklist

I don't know what's colder, man, my heart or my necklace

Pretty when I wake up, I'm a bad bitch at breakfast

Still might slide on the opp

It's electric

Hatin' didn't work, so they lie (So they lie)

These bitches lookin' hurt and they fried (And they fried)

I know they wouldn't miss them if they died

Tell 'em move, move, move

New Chanel on my body, it's a boost

I'm so poppin', I don't ever gotta get introduced ('Duced)

One thing I never call a bitch for is a truce (Truce)

Brand new chopper, can't wait to put that bitch to use (Use)

Oof (Oof), checks comin' fast, I'm like swoosh (Swoosh)

Ooh (Ooh), give 'em to them straight, hundred proof (Proof)

I thought I killed you hoes before, it must be déjà vu (Vu)

It's either that, or I'm catchin' body number two

This that block music

This that drop __cpLocation, drop a opp music (Too mad)

This ain't for them niggas in the house, this shit for Glock users

And Ion talk down on treacherous hoes who known to be a cock user

This that pill talk, gotta buss his head, he cut out all the music

Who said you game, who said you can come around this bitch and hang? (Who?)

And I fucked your baby mama, mama and I ain't say a thing (Shh)

They just came outside in 2020, pull up in that '21

I pick my side, switches fully

And I'ma die for 21 (Pull up, gang)

I got plenty cars, I hit plenty stars and didn't come

I said it plenty times, I pay for bodies, I ain't pay for none

You think I'm finna leave my bitch for you? She fuck Future too?

I know that Von hitter, she pulled up on my block in Jimmy Choo (Smurk)

Oof (Oof), checks comin' fast, I'm like swoosh (Swoosh)

Ooh (Ooh), give 'em to them straight, hundred proof (Proof)

I thought I killed you hoes before, it must be déjà vu (Vu)

It's either that, or I'm catchin' body number two

Pinky swear you ain't scared when you heard Ye appeared

I'ma hop up out the bushes, me and Pusha kill ya man

I'm just sayin' now, start to get used to the pain

Till one day I said, "Fuck it", brought my masseuse on the plane

Why you playin'?

Reachin' the gang

Losin' hand

Where you stayin'?

Where was J at, where was them at?

Where you done that, where you live at?

Another headline, where your head at?

Nigga, go home, where your kids at?

They be on my nerve, they be on my nerve, mmm, mmm

When we lost Virg, I was on the verge, mmm, mmm

I just hit the Louis store, I had to splurge, mmm, mmm

We just made a silent movie with no words, mmm

Guess who toppin' now? Uh

God got me now, uh

Guess who at Balenciaga, guess who shoppin' now? Uh

They can't stop me now, uh, I've been poppin' now, uh

Cardi, where your sister at? I need Henny now, mmm, mmm

I flew in and out, hundred fifty thou', mmm, mmm

Now, even when they shout, gotta shout me out

So ahead, go ahead, mmm, mmm

Not even close, all of y'all is number two

Oof (Oof), checks comin' fast, I'm like swoosh (Swoosh)

Ooh (Ooh), give 'em to them straight, hundred proof (Proof)

I thought I killed you hoes before, it must be déjà vu (Vu)

It's either that, or I'm catchin' body number two

Hot Shit (Cardi B Version) lyrics - Cardi B

 (Tay Keith, this too hard, Tay Keith, this too hard)

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

(Tay Keith)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Now this that hot shit

Jimmy Snuka off the top rope, superfly shit (Fly)

Might get in the tub with all my ice on some 'Pac shit (Hot)

Either way you slice it, bottom line, I'm the top bitch

New Chanel, I rock it, twist it, that ain't even out yet

All this jewelry at the grocery store, I'm obnoxious

Bought a home and closin' on another, I know I'm blessed

Everybody wanna be gang, ain't no spots left

Bad bitch contest, it wouldn't be a contest

Ooh, smokin' dope, I'm connected

I don't know what's longer, man, my blocklist or my checklist

I don't know what's colder, man, my heart or my necklace

Pretty when I wake up, I'm a bad bitch at breakfast

Still might slide on a opp (It's electric)

Hatin' didn't work so they lied (So they lied)

These bitches lookin' hurt and they fried (And they fried)

I know they wouldn't miss 'em if they died

Tell 'em, "Move, move, move"

New Chanel on my body, it's a boost

I'm so poppin', I don't ever gotta get introduced ('Duced)

One thing I never call a bitch for is a truce (Truce)

Brand new chopper, can't wait to put that bitch to use (Use)

Oof (Oof)

Checks comin' fast, I'm like swoosh (Swoosh)

Ooh (Ooh)

Give 'em to me straight, hundred proof (Proof)

I thought I killed you hoes before, it must be déjà vu

It's either that or I'm catchin' body number two

Rap shit got boring, they been asking for me (Hm)

Mommy mode or model mode, now back to money (Hm)

Shooters know it ain't no app if I say, "Tag 'em for me" (Wap, wap)

I get real hilarious when hoes be acting funny (Hm)

Fresh out the runway with that motherfucking garment

I could smoke that uh, smoke the model with the [?]

New bag is a Telfar, calling it a death star

Parent teacher conference, I'm dressed like it's the Met Ball

I said I had that WAP, who got offended? Summer drop, bitch

Only ho I listen to is me and my conscious

New bag got some freckles on it ooh, that's the ostrich

Thought I was the victim, I'm the killer, it's a plot twist, bitch (Brra)

This that motherfucking hot shit

Jimmy Snuka off the top rope, superfly shit

Might get in the tub with all my ice on some 'Pac shit

Bad bitch contest, it wouldn't be a contest, woo

This that motherfucking hot shit, yeah

This that motherfucking hot shit, yeah

Bitch is bad and I'm a bop bitch

Yeah, yeah

Fuck her in Dubai shit

Oof (Oof)

Checks comin' fast, I'm like swoosh (Swoosh)

Ooh (Ooh)

Give 'em to me straight, hundred proof (Proof)

I thought I killed you hoes before, it must be déjà vu

It's either that or I'm catchin' body number two

JEALOUSY lyrics - Offset & Cardi B

 There's a lot of drama between you and your beautiful wife, Cardi B

Let's talk about some music

Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia

Jealous, jealous, jealous

Jealous ass bitch

Jealous ass bitch

Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia

Jealous ass bitch

Jealous ass bitch

Hatin' ass nigga, 'cause I got it out the mud

Hatin' in the family, nigga, be your own blood

Screamin', "Fuck 12" to the D.A. and judge

Never been a dub, never been a scrub

.45 Glock, now, oh, you want the judge?

Better than who must be high on them drugs

Coolin' in the mansion with the bubbles in the tub

Heard you undercover, you a bitch, you was a stud

Set, yes, nigga, don't try me

In a Lamb', I be damned if a nigga try me

Gettin' ham with the fam, man, a nigga gotta eat

Shawty, nuttin', I'ma bust, I'ma trick for a treat

'Fore I bought the Lamb', I was ridin' in a Jeep

Five-hundred horses with a stick on a seat

Fuck that nigga, he'll fold when there's heat

Go against the code for the dough, boy, you weak

Go against the grain, man, you know a nigga lame

Cartier frames, I can see a nigga brain

Cartier bracelet, they matchin' with the chain

Dirt up on my name, man, you niggas should be shamed

Knock off her boots when I'm throwin' up gang

Diamond fruit loops on this watch, and it's plain

My dog got the juice and no smokin' propane

I'm gunnin', I run to the money, Usain

Who talkin', who tellin', who sayin'?

I'm sellin' prescription cocaine

She fuck with my pimpin', my cane

I'm Michael, I'm not no Jermaine

Jealousy, that shit gon' eat your heart out

This a AR, sawed off, we'll slay your squad out

This the beast you brought out, this a feast, we ball out

I'll eat your heart out, I'll pull your card out

It's simple, put holes in his face like it's dimples

New Kimber, new bop-bop-bop-bop, make it limp him

He play with me, blowin' me, rise in my temper

I got millions of racks in my mansion, my temple

I'm gangsta, but with your bitch, I get gentle

Wanksta, take out your teeth like it's dentures

I'm blankin', you eat this Glock up, Mrs. Winners

Jealous ass bitch

Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia

Jealous ass bitch

What the fuck these bitches talkin' 'bout, man?

Jealous ass bitch

Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia

I mean, who's tellin' us what?

Jealous ass bitch

Bardi

Look, ain't no bitch finna front on me

Bad body bitch with the jumbo teeth

Yellow Lamborghini like a bumblebee

Girl, nobody listen to you 'less you talkin' 'bout me

It's always a bird tryna tweet shit

You offended when I be on defense

They're too worried 'bout me and my nigga

You should worry 'bout that nigga yours sleep with, hmm

Face is given and never not gave

Been to Atlanta, but bitches ain't brave

How bitches mad? I'm the number one pick

It's funny, your nigga the one that's a trade

Bitches is mad stupid

Stupid

They get to the bag and lose it

Lose it

I'm still in the bed, I live on head

Water and gas included, brrt

Bitches don't wanna go Birkin for Birkin

Bitches ain't got enough hits for a VERZUZ

Bitches be actin' so different in person

Cartier frames, I can see why she nervous

This shit is a circus, I'm dipped in detergent

I'm sick, get the nurses, my whip got the curtains

I'm dripped out in Hermes

A bitch say my name, then she number one trendin'

I did you a service, bitch

Jealous ass bitch

Jealous ass bitch

Like, huh?

Jealous ass bitch

Man, what the fuck these hoes talkin' 'bout? Hold on, hold on, hold on

Look, let's keep it a bean, let's keep it a buck

If I had a dick, it need to be sucked

All of my opps is runnin' they jibs

Stomach too big, it need to be tucked

All of that cryin' be keepin' me up

When Bardi's around, they see me and duck

When I make a post, I'm leavin' it up

They came from the hood but they leave in the trunk, bitch

La Bebe (Remix) lyrics - Anuel AA, Cardi B & Black Jonas Point (feat. Secreto El Famoso Biberon & Liro Shaq)

 Ella siempre me llama pa' que yo le baje el queso

Solo me llaman pa' eso, 'e una maniática

Ella no se enamora, solo quire ver la leche caer

Se encarama encima de mí, ella 'e

Ella es una bebe (Baby)

Una bebe leche

Se menea como loca

Pa' que yo se la eche

Le encanta

Le echo más de cinco y me aguanta

Ella es mi planta

Me pide leche

Y en la boca se la doy

Pero no te apeche' (No te apeche')

Que tú no sabes quién yo soy

Y pide leche

Yo lo que soy un bad boy

Yo lo que soy un bad boy, baby

Me pide leche (Pide leche)

Y en la boca se la doy

Pero no te apeche' (Pero no te apeche')

Que tú no sabes quién yo soy

Y pide leche

Yo lo que soy un bad boy

Yo lo que soy un bad boy, baby

Ella no es virgen, yeah

Pero de rodilla' hace milagros

Baby, yo soy un perro, yo ladro

El jevo tuyo es un pariguayo

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Y el sexo es como un ejercicio

Y si te duele el cuerpo al otro día es porque rico te lo hizo

Uah, uah

Y chingando no tengo límites

Soy un chingador nivel élite

Y tenemo' una cita tú y yo

Y tu ropa no está invitada, no

Matemáticas

Suma la cama y resta la ropa y ya

Divide las piernas, ¿y qué te da?

Pero no te multipliques, mai

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Me pide leche

Y en la boca se la doy

Pero no te apeche'

Que tú no sabes quién yo soy

Y pide leche

Yo lo que soy un bad boy

Yo lo que soy un bad boy, baby

¡La Cardi!

Yo soy la planta que a ti te descontrola

Tú ere' el papi que a mí me pone loca

Cuando te veo solo quiero una cosa

Tu leche rica que me la eche' en la boca

Le gustan mis labios y la forma en que lo hago

Como se la saqué nadie se la había sacado

Le bajo los pantalones y me pongo de rodillas

Se viene en mi boca y me la bebo enterita

Quiero que tú me la des

Baby, en la cara, quiero verla caer

Porque soy una bebe, yeah

Una bebe leche

Con un booty grande

De este culo no te apeche'

Me pide leche

Y en la boca se la doy

Pero no te apeche'

Que tú no sabes quién yo soy

Y pide leche

Yo lo que soy un bad boy

Yo lo que soy un bad boy, baby

Me pide leche

En la boca se la doy

Pero no te apeche'

Porque tú no sabes quién yo soy

Y pide leche

Yo lo que soy un bad boy

Yo lo que soy un bad boy, baby

Sí, ella me pide leche por pila

Me tiene como Peter La Anguila

Llegué a su vida como Godzilla

Y me dicen que no peso veinte libras moja'o, wow!

Pow! pow! pow!

Eso es la que ella quiere y grita que la castigue

Ya terminé y me dice: "Negro, ven sigue

Apriétame en el cuello, hazme sentir que me obligues"

Me dice usted, yo le digo señora

A ella le gusta tanto que hasta haciéndolo me llora

Dora, Dora es mi exploradora

No me pase' la lengua ahí que yo no llego a tanto

Sigo siendo un hombre si me acuesto y me levanto

Cuando canto la acaricio mientras tanto

Le doy sin romo, le doy sin tano

Porque soy imparable como el miembro de un anciano

Toma más, bebé

Me pide leche

Y en la boca se la doy

Pero no te apeche'

Que tú no sabes quién yo soy

Y pide leche

Yo lo que soy un bad boy

Yo lo que soy un bad boy, baby

Ella es una bebe

Una bebe leche

Se menea como loca

Pa' que yo se la eche, me encanta

Le echo más de cinco y me aguanta

Ella es mi planta

Le gusta cómo yo le doy

Por eso es que loquea conmigo

En la cama soy su Playboy

Le encanta cómo la castigo

Y siempre que amanece

A ella le da pa' echar otro

Y yo le echo otro (Maniática)

Me pide leche

Y en la boca se la doy

Pero no te apeche'

Que tú no sabes quién yo soy

Y pide leche

Yo lo que soy un bad boy

Yo lo que soy un bad boy, baby

Yo

¡Brr!

Black Jonas Point

Anuel

Mera dime, Secreto

Dímelo, Secreto

Desde Puerto Rico hasta R.D., ¿oíste, bebé?

La Cardi

Liro Shaq "El Sofoke", ¡wuup!

Yo soy el dios del trap

El que tenga una duda que lo busque en Google

¡Brr, brr!

Real hasta la muerte, ¿oíste, bebé?

Money lyrics - Cardi B

 Look, my bitches all bad, my niggas all real

I ride on his dick in some big tall heels

Big fat checks, big large bills

Front, I'll flip like ten cartwheels

Cold ass bitch, I give broads chills

Ten different looks and my looks all kill

I kiss him in the mouth, I feel all grills

He eat in the car, that's meals on wheels (Woo)

I was born to flex (Yes)

Diamonds on my neck

I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex (Woo)

But nothing in this world that I like more than checks (Money)

All I really wanna see is the (Money)

I don't really need the D, I need the (Money)

All a bad bitch need is the (Money flow)

I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)

Bustin' out the roof

I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)

Touch me, I'll shoot (Bow)

Shake a lil ass (Money)

Get a little bag and take it to the store (Store, money)

Get a little cash (Money)

Shake it real fast and get a little more (Money)

I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)

Bustin' out the roof

I got bands in the coupe (Brrr)

Bustin' out the roof (Cardi)

I gotta fly, I need a jet, shit

I need room for my legs

I got a baby, I need some money, yeah

I need cheese for my egg

All y'all bitches in trouble

Bring brass knuckles to the scuffle

I heard that Cardi went pop

Yeah, I did go pop (Pop)

That's me bustin' they bubble

I'm Dasani with the drip

Baby mommy with the clip

Walk out Follie's with a bitch

Bring a thottie to the whip

If she fine or she thick, goddamn

Walkin' past the mirror, ooh

Damn, I'm fine (Fine)

Let a bitch try me, boom (Boom)

Hammer time, uh

I was born to flex (Yes)

Diamonds on my neck

I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex (Woo)

But nothing in this world that I like more than checks (Money)

All I really wanna see is the (Money)

I don't really need the D, I need the (Money)

All a bad bitch need is the (Money flow)

I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)

Bustin' out the roof

I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)

Touch me, I'll shoot (Bow)

Shake a lil ass (Money)

Get a little bag and take it to the store (Store, money)

Get a little cash (Money)

Shake it real fast and get a little more (Money)

I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)

Bustin' out the roof

I got bands in the coupe (Brrr)

Touch me, I'll shoot (Bow)

Bitch, I will pop on your pops (Your pops)

Bitch, I will pop on whoever (Brrr)

You know who pop the most shit? (Who?)

The people whose shit not together (Okay)

You'da bet Cardi a freak (Freak)

All my pajamas is leather (Uh)

Bitch, I will black on your ass (Yeah)

Wakanda forever

Sweet like a honey bun, spit like a Tommy gun

Rollie a one of one, come get your mommy some

Cardi at the tip-top, bitch

Kiss the ring and kick rocks, sis (Uh)

Jump it down, back it up (Ooh, ayy)

Make that nigga put down 2K

I like my niggas dark like D'USSÉ

He gonna eat this ass like soufflé

I was born to flex, diamonds on my neck

I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex

But nothing in this world that I like more than Kulture

(Kulture, Kulture, Kulture)

All I really wanna see is the (Money)

I don't really need the D, I need the (Money)

All a bad bitch need is the

K.K.C (Woo)

(Money)

Money

(Money)

(Money)

(Money)

(Money)

(Money)

(Money)

Please Me lyrics - Cardi B & Bruno Mars

 [Cardi B:]

Uh, uh, yeah, come on

[Bruno Mars & Cardi B:]

Please me, baby

Turn around and just tease me, baby

You know what I want and what I need, baby

(Let me hear you say)

Please

(Let me hear you say)

Please

Please me, baby

Turn around and just tease me, baby

You know what I want and what I need, baby

(Let me hear you say)

Please

(Let me hear you say)

Please (Woo)

[Cardi B:]

Lollipoppin' (Poppin'), twerkin' in some J's (Ooh)

On the dance floor (Uh-huh), no panties in the way (Nope)

I take my time with it (Ow), bring you close to me (Ow)

Don't want no young dumb shit

Better fuck me like we listenin' to Jodeci

I was tryna lay low (Low), takin' it slow (Slow)

When I'm fuckin' again (Ayy)

Gotta celebrate, do you man look good? Better put him away

If you can't sweat the weave out, you shouldn't even be out

Dinner reservations like the pussy, you gon' eat out

[Cardi B & Bruno Mars:]

I'm gonna ride it, do it just how you like it

Tonight and after that

Let's do it one more time

Girl, I ain't one for beggin', but now you got me beggin'

[Bruno Mars & Cardi B:]

Please me, baby

Turn around and just tease me, baby

You know what I want and what I need, baby

(Let me hear you say)

Please

(Let me hear you say)

Please (Woo)

Please me, baby

Turn around and just tease me, baby

You know what I want and what I need, baby

(Let me hear you say)

Please

(Let me hear you say)

Please (Woo)

[Cardi B:]

Booty so round (Round), booty so soft (Soft)

Bet you wanna smack it again (Ayy)

Let me demonstrate

Hit it one time, make it levitate

Titties out like black out (Black out)

Broke bitches watch out now (Watch out)

Your pussy basura (Basura)

My pussy horchata (Oh)

[Cardi B & Bruno Mars:]

I'm gonna ride it, do it just how you like it

Tonight and after that (Ooh)

Let's do it one more time

Girl, I ain't one for beggin', but now you got me beggin'

[Bruno Mars & Cardi B:]

Please me, baby

Turn around and just tease me, baby

You know what I want and what I need, baby

(Let me hear you say)

Please

(Let me hear you say)

Please (Woo)

Come on

Come on, back it up for me

Come on

Ooh, twerk it on me slowly

Come on

Girl, let me put this lovin' on you

You better say that shit (Uh)

Cardi don't play that shit (Yeah)

Do my back like I do these records, break that shit

Please me, baby (Uh)

Turn around and tease me, baby (Uh, ooh)

You got what I want and need, baby (Yes)

(Let me hear you say)

Please

(Let me hear you say)

Please (Woo)

Please me, baby

Turn around and tease me, baby

You got what I want and need, baby

(Let me hear you say)

Please

(Let me hear you say)

Please (Woo)

Point Me 2 lyrics - FendiDa Rappa & Cardi B

 Uh, I'ma give it to 'em just like this

(Jordon, is that you?)

Man, niggas tweaking with these fake ass pills

Look, he off a pill, niggas ew, is it even real?

He got a glizzy with no bullets, do he even kill? (What?)

Niggas dissin' when they rap, should we call it drill? (What?)

NIggas cappin' in they rap, should we give 'em deals?

He off a pill, niggas ew, is it even real? (Uh)

He got a glizzy with no bullets, do he even kill? (What?)

Niggas dissin' when they rap, should we call it drill? (What?)

Niggas cappin' in they rap, should we give 'em deals? (Hmm-mm)

All that ra-ra when I'm talking, they don't hear me, though (Hmm-mm)

Play that shit back, make 'em sit back 'cause we in this ho (Hmm-mm)

Turn me up, I'm tryna fuck, point me to the sluts (What?)

That nigga tough he outta luck, foe'nem gave 'em up (What?)

She got some buns, make me cum, this bitch finna run (Hmm-mm)

I gotta thumb, she can't take it, bitch then make me numb (Hmm-mm)

Her pussy nukin', he a goofy, she got goofy pussy (What?)

Her shit taste good with no smell, she got a fruity pussy (What?)

I can't wait, I'm tryna fack, take me to the back (Uh, uh)

We hit a rat, where you at, we got Uchi sat (Uh, uh)

And all the guys in here ready, where the hoochies at? (Where the hoochies at?)

In my city we get lit, that's where the movies at (That's where the movies)

And you can't come up in this bitch with all that goofy shit (Uh, uh)

And you can't come up in my city think you moving shit (At all)

You can't be acting like you with it, that's that stupid shit (What?)

And you can't tweak up off them pills 'cause we gon' do you bitch (Hmm-mm)

He off a pill, niggas ew, is it even real? (Uh)

He got a glizzy with no bullets, do he even kill? (What?)

Niggas dissin' when they rap, should we call it drill? (What?)

NIggas cappin' in they rap, should we give 'em deals?

He off a pill, niggas ew, is it even real? (Uh)

He got a glizzy with no bullets, do he even kill? (What?)

Niggas dissin' when they rap, should we call it drill? (What?)

Niggas cappin' in they rap, should we give 'em deals? (Hmm-mm)

Bitches talkin' all that rah-rah, I don't feel it though (Hmm-mm, I don't feel it though)

Like the plan B didn't work, baby, I'm in this ho (Hmm-mm, I'm in this ho)

This bitch all wetty and she ready, oh, she tryna fuck? (Tryna fuck)

He think he handsome, it's ransom, we done light him up (Bah)

She got some buns, her shit dumb, ooh, I'm tryna cum (Hmm-mm, uh)

I'm in the strippy with a blicky and a lot of ones (Hmm-mm, uh)

My name is always in their mouth, I got that juicy pussy (Juicy pussy)

LV, loose vagina, she got Louis pussy (Ah)

Ain't gon' lie, her shit is fat, hit it from the back (Back)

She plain' WAP, she throwin' cat in that Uber Black (Black)

One of my bitches like Kehlani, one look like Normani (Look like Normani)

Me and my nigga 'bout to flip 'em, we like Tip and Tiny (Tip and Tiny)

If there's skezos in the club then you know where to find me (Hmm-mm, where to find me)

All my diamonds Elliante, these shits hella shiny (Hmm-mm, hella shiny)

I'm makin' cash, you shakin' ass, I'm really movin' shit (Go)

I'm really eatin' bitches up, I'm out here chewin' shit (Bah)

Too many bitches in my city think they're doin' shit (Think they're doin' shit)

Too many opps that I don't know, bitch, who the fuck is this? (Who the fuck is this?)

Scared to face me by theyself, they start recruitin' shit (Start recruitin' shit)

I call them pussy to their face, they don't be doin' shit (Don't be doin' shit)

And I'm ready with receipts, I be provin' shit (Hmm-mm, I be provin' shit)

I blow fifty racks in Target on some stupid shit (Hmm-mm, on some stupid shit)

Bitches out here must be slow, they out here losin' it (Out here losin' it)

I'm like a ho, bitch I'm on go, I don't care who it is (Hmm-mm, bah)

He off a pill, niggas ew, is it even real? (Uh)

He got a glizzy with no bullets, do he even kill? (What?)

Niggas dissin' when they rap, should we call it drill? (What?)

NIggas cappin' in they rap, should we give 'em deals?

He off a pill, niggas ew, is it even real? (Uh)

He got a glizzy with no bullets, do he even kill? (What?)

Niggas dissin' when they rap, should we call it drill? (What?)

Niggas cappin' in they rap, should we give 'em deals? (Hmm-mm)

On foe'nem

Y'all know what the fuck going on

It's a throw

What? It's a throw

I'ma give it them just like this

Press lyrics - Cardi B

 (Monsta's gon' tear it up) Bardi!

Woo, yeah

Bitches be pressed (Woo)

Bitches be pressed (Pressed)

B-bitches be pressed (Pressed)

They knew how I'm coming, real bitch in the flesh (Woo)

Who the fuck she gon' check? (Who?)

She be talking that shit, talkin' outta her neck

Put blood on her dress

Bitches be mad when they see Cardi step in the spot

Said that you 'bout it, we know that you're not

I'ma pull up on bitches as soon as I drop

Bought a new foreign I might cop a yacht

B-bitches in my business, they tryna plot (Woo)

Hoes poppin' shit like they hot but they not no

Just flooded the wrist, the Patek the watch

Niggas be flexin' we know what you got

Cardi done had got the game in a knot

Fuck on your nigga I got him on lock

This gon' bang bang like I'm choppin' them chops

VVS chain I'm in love with the rocks

You said you gon' take it bitch you got me chopped

They're throwin' shade 'cause they see me on top

Tell that bitch to pull up, I'm 'a send you the drop

Press, press, press, press, press (Cardi)

Cardi don't need more press

Kill 'em all, put them hoes to rest

Walk in, bulletproof vest

Please tell me who she gon' check (bitch)

Murder scene, Cardi made a mess (Cardi)

Pop up, guess who bitch?

Pop up, guess who bitch? (Cardi)

Ding dong

Must be that whip that I ordered

And a new crib for my daughter

You know a bad bitch gon' spoil her

I got one in New York need one in Georgia

New Bentley truck cost a quarter (Quarter)

My money still long like weave (Woo)

Pussy still wet like Florida (Woo)

Everyone drop on the floor

She was talkin' but not anymore no

MAC to your face like contour

This chopper come straight from Dior

Done with the talking' I'm open to violence

Ask anybody they know I'm about it

Hashtag, #whipthathoass

Fuck around, we gon' start a new challenge

I come in this bitch and I'm strapped up and ready (boom)

Ride on that dick like I'm Cardi Andretti (Meow)

Fuck at your crib with him, go to no 'telly

I sit on his face whenever I'm ready (Woo)

Bitch I'm a freak like Greek (Like Greek)

Got the biggest house on my street (My street)

All you little hoes look cheap (Look cheap)

They suckin' on my dick with no teeth!

Press, press, press, press, press (Cardi)

Cardi don't need more press

Kill 'em all, put them hoes to rest

Walk in, bulletproof vest

Please tell me who she gon' check (bitch)

Murder scene, Cardi made a mess (Cardi)

Pop up, guess who bitch?

Pop up, guess who bitch? (Cardi)

Press, press, press, press, press

Press, press, press, press, press

Press, press, press, press, press

Pop up, guess who bitch?

Pop up, guess who bitch? (Cardi)

Rumors lyrics - Lizzo & Cardi B

 They don't know I do it for the culture, goddamn

They say I should watch the shit I post, oh, goddamn

Say I'm turnin' big girls into hoes, oh, goddamn

They say I get groupies at my shows, oh, goddamn

All the rumors are true, yeah

What ya heard, that's true, yeah

I fuck him and you, yeah

If you believe I do that

Had to cut some hoes loose, yeah

NDA, no loose lips

Now them hoes tryna sue me

Bitch, I don't give two shits

All the rumors are true, yeah

I've been in the bamboo, yeah

Focused on this music

My ex nigga, he blew it

Last year, I thought I would lose it

Readin' shit on the internet

My smoothie cleanse and my diet

No, I ain't fuck Drake yet (Ha)

Spendin' all your time tryna break a woman down

Realer shit is goin' on, baby, take a look around

If you thought that I was ratchet with my ass hangin' out

Just wait until the summer when they let me out the house, bitch

(Talkin', talkin', talkin')

Give 'em somethin' to talk about

Sick of rumors (Ooh)

But haters do what they do (Uh)

Haters do what they do (Cardi)

All the rumors are true, yeah

Fake ass, fake boobs, yeah

Made a million at Sue's, yeah

Y'all be runnin' with fake news, yeah

Cardi ain't poppin', no, that's a machine (Huh?)

Nobody listen, they buyin' them streams (Hmm)

They even post it on blogs overseas

And lie in a language I can't even read

The fuck do this mean?

Look, I'm a Bronx bitch with some pop hits

Used to pop off when they pop shit (Woo)

But I'm calmed down and I'm locked in

And my records live in the top ten

Lizzo, teach me about big girl coochie (Okay)

Last time I got freaky, the FCC sued me

But I'ma keep doin' what I wanna do

'Cause all the rumors are

All the rumors are true, yeah

They hated on me since school, yeah

I never thought I was cool, yeah

Now me and Cardi, we cool, yeah

I love hoes on poles, yeah (Woo)

I am body goals, yeah

This shit from my soul, yeah

Black people made rock and roll, yeah

Why you spendin' all your time tryna break a woman down?

Realer shit is goin' on, baby, take a look around

If you thought that I was ratchet with my ass hangin' out

Just wait until the summer when they let me out the house, bitch

What they say? (Yeah)

What they say? (Yeah)

(Talkin', talkin', talkin')

Give 'em somethin' to talk about

Sick of rumors (Ooh)

But haters do what they do

Haters do what they do

All the rumors are true

Rumors, yeah (Yeah)

Sheesh

Shake It lyrics - Kay Flock, Cardi B & Dougie B (feat. Bory300)

 [Akon (Kay Flock):]

Elias Beatz

Hey ladies, drop it down (Grrah)

Just wanna see you touch the ground (Grrah, grrah-grrah)

Don't be shy, girl, go Bananza (Grrah-grrah)

Shake ya' body like a belly dancer (Like, grrah)

[Kay Flock (Akon) {Bory300}:]

Oh, we tryna bend on the oppas

Bitch, I'm with 300 'jects and some Flockas

Like, who hotter? Top shottas

Hoodie'd up, dread down like a Rasta

I'm Mr. Hang-Out-The-V

Tryna flock 'em, pop 'em, drop 'em

That boy—, (touch the ground)

If we don't got the—, we gon' hop 'em

Bory hop out wit' the—, tryna chop 'em {Grrah-grrah, boom}

[Bory300 {Dougie B}:]

Talk on brodie, we spin for a week

Slide with Kay, only spin for V's (Word to my mother)

Got a lil' thottie that holdin' my beam

Fuck that lil' boy who got left in a V (Rah, Rah)

Slide with two chops, it's like thirty in each

I been fiendin' and itchin' to catch a YG

And if he bunny hop, he get left in the scene {Grrah-grrah}

Nesty a bitch, nigga begged on his knees {Grrah}

[Dougie B:]

Bitch, it's 300, DOA, blow for the guys

I'm on go for the guys, smoke a O with the guys

Bitch, I hang out the V with the pole, let it fly

They keep dissin' like I ain't get back, don't know why

Bitch, I'm GBG, word to your dead, word to mines

Talk on Nazzy and Berry, you must wanna die

Talk on JayRipk and deads but what happened to—?

We don't mention that boy who got turned into za'

[Bory300 (Dougie B):]

Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it

I'm with the Flockas, I bet she get naked

(Walk with the 'Migos and Henny, no chasin', like)

Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it

I'm with the Flockas, I bet she get naked

(Shorty, she buggin', she want me to spank it, like)

[Cardi B:]

Ayy, you on hots? Bitch, I'm on hots too

I pull up to your window like drive-thru

Come get showered with bullets, no bridal

Put a tag on your head, I could buy you (Bah)

Like, huh? (Like, huh?), like, what? (Like, what?)

None of these bitches is tough (On gang)

I'm with the shits and it give me a rush

Shorty be lookin', think she got a crush (Oh, yeah)

I'm not a steppa', bitch, I'm a stomper

All of my opps get mixed with the grabba

Broke bitch said she was gon' touch me (Like, what?)

She lyin', hakuna matata

All the bros know I'm uppin', I'll boom for 'em (Boom)

All the opps hope heaven got room for 'em (Grrah)

Everything's dead, nothin' is friendly

Up in my Prada, up in Balenci' (Grrah-grrah, grrah)

Fuck is she thinkin'? Know that I'm sanctioned

You crazy? Bitch, I'm retarded ('Tarded)

You okay? Somethin' is wrong (Wrong)

Try to play me, you know I perform (Grrah-grrah, boom)

[Bory300 (Dougie B):]

Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it

I'm with the Flockas, I bet she get naked

(Walk with the 'Migos and Henny, no chasin', like)

Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it

I'm with the Flockas, I bet she get naked

(Shorty, she buggin', she want me to spank it, like)

[Akon:]

Hey ladies, drop it down

Just wanna see you touch the ground

Don't be shy, girl, go Bananza

Shake ya' body like a belly dancer

Tomorrow 2 lyrics - GloRilla & Cardi B

 [GloRilla:]

(Cheese, his name is Cheese)

They say they don't fuck with me (Cheese), but I say they can't fuck with me

Just like the air, I'm everywhere, how you say it's up with me?

P-poppin' shit, you would think I went to school for chiropractin' (Poppin')

Lookin' good as hell today, just sent my nigga five attachments (Look at this)

Why did you confront me 'bout a nigga? Man, you bitches backwards (Stupid ass)

They come at me 'bout niggas who I don't even find attractive (Ugh)

I don't know that nigga, I just seened him on the town before

I can't be up her face, I took her nigga down before (Nah)

When I lose a nigga, I just pop out and go find some more (Easy)

Soon as I feel like my time get wasted, then it's time to go (Deuces)

They say they don't fuck with me, but I say they can't fuck with me (On gang)

Just like the air, I'm everywhere, how you say it's up with me (Huh?)

Them bitches should've stayed down, they could've been up with me (Too bad)

But all they doin' is talkin' down, 'cause they can't get up with me (Lame ass)

My ex fuckin' on my old friend, both they ass some fuckin' clowns (Hahahaha)

Thinkin' that she got one up on me, she got my hand-me-downs (Lame ass ho)

He thought he wasn't gon' have to stand on shit, like he was handicap (Thought it was)

Make that nigga stand on that, now his ass can't stand me now

High as fuck, I'm lit, yuh, I don't smoke no swishers (Nope)

Slidin' with my gang and 'nem, look at them like sisters (That's gang)

These bitches be lettin' them go out sad about these niggas (Ugh)

I don't wanna hang with them, they don't handle business (They can't hang with us)

They be goin' for anything, but I can't go for none of that (None of that)

Why would I go chase you if I know you gon' come runnin' back?(Fuckin' dumb)

Cut everybody off, lately been feelin' like the lumberjack (Fuck 'em)

They really got me fucked up, and I wasn't goin' for none of that (None of that)

She the type, the nigga make her mad she go tweet somethin' (Ugh)

Me, I'm kinda ratchet still so I'm the type to beat somethin' (Beat 'em up)

I can't love you, baby, like your bitch do, so don't leave her (Keep that bih)

He gon' choose her every time 'cause it's cheaper to keep her (Hahaha)

Can't say your name up in my songs, might not fuck with you tomorrow (Nah)

Can get my feelings hurt today, I won't give a fuck tomorrow (That's just me)

Ain't fucked up 'bout no credit score, I might be rich as fuck tomorrow (Duh)

Every day the sun won't shine, but that's why I love tomorrows

[Cardi B:]

Ridin' with my twin and 'nem (Skrrt), and we all look good as fuck (Gang)

She say she my opp but I don't know her, had to look her up (Fuck is you?)

I know that I'm rich, but I can't help it, bitch, I'm hood as fuck (Woo)

I've been on these bitches neck so long, sometimes my foot get stuck (Ah)

I can't put you in my business (No), you might wish me dead tomorrow (Yeah)

Bitches be on dick today, sing every word of "Up" tomorrow (Go)

Bitch, I still got cases opened, keep your mouth shut tomorrow (Shh)

Play with me today then get some sleep, you know it's up tomorrow (Woo)

Fake bitch, that's why my friend fucked on your nigga (Ah-ha)

Both you bitches pussy, I think y'all should scissor (Ah-ah-ah)

She bought a chain, I bought the same one, even bigger (Bitch, it's bigger)

She throwin' shots, that's how I know I got her triggered (Ah)

I don't speak dog, ho (Woof), I don't care what no bitch say (No)

I stay on her mind, I got condos in that bitch head (Ah)

She say she don't fuck with me (Who?), who said that you can, ho? (Never)

That nigga a munch and he gon' eat me like a mango

Long ass weave, it be ticklin' my ass crack (Ah)

Wonder what I'll do tomorrow that these hoes will be mad at (Huh?)

All y'all bitches sweet, and I always get my lick, boo (Facts)

I, I fight for my bitches and I'm fightin' over dick too (That, that, Cardi)

[GloRilla:]

Can't say your name up in my songs, might not fuck with you tomorrow (Nah)

Can get my feelings hurt today, I won't give a fuck tomorrow

Ain't fucked up 'bout no credit score, I might be rich as fuck tomorrow (Duh)

Every day the sun won't shine, but that's why I love tomorrow

Can't say your name up in my songs, might not fuck with you tomorrow (Nah)

Can get my feelings hurt today, I won't give a fuck tomorrow (That's just me)

Ain't fucked up 'bout no credit score, I might be rich as fuck tomorrow (Duh)

Every day the sun won't shine, but that's why I love tomorrows

Up lyrics - Cardi B

 Up, up, up, up, up

Look

Once upon a time man, I heard that I was ugly

Came from a bitch who nigga wanna fuck on me

Said my face bomb, ass tight

Racks stack up Shaq height

Jewelry on me, flashlight

I been lit since last night

Hit him with that good good

Make a nigga act right

Broke boys don't deserve no pussy

(I know that's right!)

Big bag bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga

Man, Balenciaga Bardi back and all these bitches fucked

It's big bags bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga, man

Birkin bag Bardi back and all you bitches fucked

If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck

If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck huh

Up then it's up, if it's up, then it's stuck

If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck huh

I could make the party hot

I could make ya body rock

Bitches say they fucking with me

Chances are they probably not

If I had a dick ya probably lick it like a lollipop

Hoes speaking Capeneese hit her with karate chop

I'm forever popping shit

Pulling up and dropping shit

Gotta argue with him cause a nigga love a toxic bitch

Niggas out here playing gotta make him understand

If it ain't no ring on my finger you ain't going on my 'Gram

Said my face bomb, ass tight

Racks stack up Shaq height

Jewelry on me, flashlight

I been lit since last night

Hit him with that good good

Make a nigga act right

Broke boys don't deserve no pussy

(I know that's right!)

Big bag bussin out the Bentley Bentayga

Man Balenciaga Bardi back and all these bitches fucked

It's big bags bussin out the Bentley Bentayga Man

Birkin bag Bardi back and all you bitches fucked

If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck

If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck, huh

Up then it's up, if it's up, then it's stuck

If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck, bitch

Bitches ain't fucking with me now and I can see why

Dirty ass dusty ass bitch you got pink eye

Bitches want smoke until I bring it to the doorstep

Tell that bitch bag back breath smell like horse sex

Put it on him now he will never be the same

Tatted on my ass cause I really like the pain

He nutted on my butt I said I'm glad that you came

If that nigga had a twin, I would let 'em run a train

Big bag bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga

Man Balenciaga Bardi back and all these bitches fucked

It's big bags bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga

Man Birkin bag Bardi back and all you bitches fucked

If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck

If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck

Ayy

Up then it's up, if it's up, then it's stuck

If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck, bitch

Gotta play it safe, no face no case

WAP lyrics - Cardi B (feat. Megan Thee Stallion)

 [Repeating:]

There's some whores in this house

I said (hold up), certified freak

Seven days a week

wet-ass pussy

Make that pull-out game weak

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, you fucking with some wet-ass pussy

Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy

Give me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy

Beat it up, nigga, catch a charge

Extra large and extra hard

Put this pussy right in your face

Swipe your nose like a credit card

Hop on top, I wanna ride

I do a Kegel while it's inside

Spit in my mouth, look in my eyes

This pussy is wet, come take a dive

Tie me up like I'm surprised

Let's role play, I'll wear a disguise

I want you to park that big Mack Truck

Right in this little garage

Make it cream, make me scream

Out in public, make a scene

I don't cook, I don't clean

But let me tell you how I got this ring

Gobble me, swallow me

Drip down inside of me

Quick jump out 'fore you let it get inside of me

I tell him where to put it, never tell him where I'm 'bout to be

I run down on him 'fore I have a nigga running me

Talk your shit, bite your lip

Ask for a car while you ride that dick

You really ain't never gotta fuck him for a thang

He already made his mind up 'fore he came

Now get your boots and your coat

For this wet-ass pussy

He bought a phone just for pictures

Of this wet-ass pussy

Pay my tuition just to kiss me

On this wet-ass pussy

Now make it rain if you wanna

See some wet-ass pussy

Look, I need a hard hitter, I need a deep stroker

I need a Henny drinker, I need a weed smoker

Not a garden snake, I need a king cobra

With a hook in it, hope it lean over

He got some money, then that's where I'm headed

Pussy A1, just like his credit

He got a beard, well, I'm tryna wet it

I let him taste it, now he diabetic

I don't wanna spit, I wanna gulp

I wanna gag, I wanna choke

I want you to touch that little dangly thing

That swing in the back of my throat

My head game is fire, punani Dasani

It's going in dry and it's coming out soggy

I ride on that thing like the cops is behind me

I spit on his mic and now he tryna sign me, woo!

Your honor, I'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes

Switch my wig, make him feel like he cheating

Put him on his knees, give him something to believe in

Never lost a fight, but I'm looking for a beating

In the food chain, I'm the one that eat you

If he ate my ass, he's a bottom feeder

Big D stand for "big demeanor"

I could make you bust before I ever meet you

If it don't hang, then he can't bang

You can't hurt my feelings, but I like pain

If he fuck me and ask, "Whose is it?"

When I ride the dick, I'ma spell my name

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, you fucking with some wet-ass pussy

Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy

Give me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy

Now from the top, make it drop

That's some wet-ass pussy

Now get a bucket and a mop

That's some wet-ass pussy

I'm talking WAP, WAP, WAP

That's some wet-ass pussy

Macaroni in a pot

That's some wet-ass pussy

YES lyrics - Fat Joe, Cardi B & Anuel Aa

 This is

Los Intocables, ¿oíste lambebicho?

Ass up, face down

This for pretty little, yes

Ass up, face down, Family Ties

Yes, ass up, face down (Anuel)

Ass up, face down

Real Hasta la Muerte, ¿oíste cabrón?

Yes, ass up, face down

My steam boys on the watch, 'bout to mate now

Light this bitch up, chandelier

And that pussy like voodoo, Santería

Bet you man ain't getting money like me (No)

Bet you little bitch try fuck on me

Whole life on parole, can't talk to felons

Now tell that bitch up in the couch, her man still tellin'

Still tellin', still tellin'

Throw that whole chick away, that bitch still tellin'

Still tellin', still tellin'

Look at these niggas duckin' time, niggas still tellin'

Ass up, face down

Yes, ass up, face down

Yes, ass up, face down

Ass up, face down

(La Cardi)

(Bardi)

Never been stressed by a hoe, no

Never been pressed by a bitch (By a bitch)

Murder and the money on my mind (On my mind)

My palm made my trigger finger itch, bitch

I been in my bag, hoppin' out of jets

Been running shit, still ain't out of breath

I can lay a verse and lay these hoes to rest

Catch ya ass in traffic, hope you say it with your chest, bitch

Hitters on deck, it ain't nothin' but a check

Lace front pushers, why the fuck you got a vest? Woo

Looking for me? Hit my line

1800 5 9, BX

Ass up, face down

Yes, ass up, face down

Yes, ass up, face down

Ass up, face down

Palomo, el R lo tenemo' en cromo

Y tu' panas pueden traerte porque plata o plomo

Te prende' el palo y te ves cabrón

Y si le caen los polis les mandamos hasta los monos

Las teta' y los tambore'

Y mi' mujere' que se prestan pa' sacarle algo a esto' cabrone'

Aquí nadie chotea

Y me quieren pa' investigacione' lo' del FURA y la DEA

Y la' culata' son LeBrones, to'as son 23

La cara 'e mi mujer en la espalda me la tatué

Para mí sin cojone'

Por el disco que acabo 'e grabar ya me dieron quince millones

Ass up, face down (Anuel)

Yes, ass up, face down

(Mera', dime Fat Joe, los Intocables ¿oíste cabrón?)

Yes, ass up, face down

Ass up, face down

Family Ties

Ey yo, Dre

Everything is back to normal

Everything is back to normal

La familia

Ass up, face down