AM I THE DRAMA? (2025)

• Dead
• Hello
• Magnet
• Pick It Up
• Imaginary Playerz
• Bodega Baddie
• Salute
• Safe
• Man Of Your Word
• What's Goin On
• Shower Tears
• Outside
• Pretty & Petty
• Better Than You
• On My Back
• ErrTime
• Check Please
• Principal
• Trophies
• Nice Guy
• Killin You Hoes
• Up
• WAP
• Don't Do Too Much (Bonus Track)
• ErrTime (Remix) (Bonus Track)
• Money (Bardi Gang Edition Bonus Track)
• Please Me (Bardi Gang Edition Bonus Track)
• Press (Bardi Gang Edition Bonus Track)
• Bongos (Bardi Gang Edition Bonus Track)
• Enough (Miami) (Bardi Gang Edition Bonus Track)
• Like What (Freestyle) (Bardi Gang Edition Bonus Track)
• Dear Bardi Gang (Bardi Gang Edition Bonus Track)
• ErrTime (Jeezy & Latto Remix) (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
• ErrTime (Jeezy Remix) (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track) 

Imaginary Playerz lyrics - Cardi B

Yeah

It's the mtherfcking Brimcess, you heard?

The shit these btches be braggin' about is like

Shit I was doin' in like 2016 type shit

Like (Why these bitches hating?)

You btches don't even know the difference between vintage and archive, like (Why these btches hating?)

Yeah, look

Now I spit that other shit, pretty mtherfucker sht

Cardi B, every song platinum, I'm not the other btch

Whatever you was gon' pay her, you gotta double it

Glory hole, btches don't know who they fckin' with

Their money my stocks and share money

Your booking fee is my makeup and hair money

Btches say I think I'm the shit and do (And do) (And did)

Just know you btches can't live

I got the hottest sht, hop out, poppin' it

They say I walk around looking like a compliment

Shut up, stop whining, Cardi still shining

Hoes kept complaining so I copped more diamonds

And more archive, vintage couture on me

I got more Gaultier than Jean probably

Summer with cheeks out, winter, it's minks out

I buy grown men watches and make them take links out, bitch

(Why these btches hating?) I mean

It's really easy for me to talk this sht 'cause I live this shit

(Why these btches hating?) I just gotta make it rhyme

Btches, I leave 'em all fcked, fists be balled up

Y'all hoes look cheap, that sht don't cost much

I'm a star, but I'll smack you, don't get starstruck

Patientce lookin' at me like, "Cardi, what the fck?"

Striped like Thom Browne, these btches should calm down

Quicker they lift up, the quicker they fall down

Poor thing, Twitter must be gassin' them heavy

Making them jump in the rim with the Brim before they ready

I seen whole fan pages make avatar changes

All that old love go to new fan bases

Now your fifteen up, you already outta time

I'm a legend, they gon' hang my heels from the power lines

(Why these btches hating?) All I'm saying is

God forbid some shit happened to the Brim

Put my mtherfcking heels in Nelson Ave (Why these bitches hating?)

Bronx legend, you heard?

My flop and your flop is not the same

If you did my numbers, y'all would pop champagne

If I did your numbers, I would hop out a plane

Suicide if I fall from the distance of you and I

They gotta be kidding

Whatever they smoking on, it gotta be hitting

The bag you just posted been in the closet sitting

The car he just got you, bow tie and a ribbon?

Been in my driveway not getting driven

Y'all some bench btches

Ho, y'all just started starting

Birthday at Carbone, to me, that's Olive Garden

A nigga couldn't take me there, that's y'all department

Tasteless, basic

I'm a Waldorf penthouse every state btch

2016, I had Fashion Nova lit

Ask Rich, y'all need your ass whipped

What the fck you mean this btch is outdressing me? (Why these btches hating?)

How that btch outdressing me with my fcking vibe, btch? Duh (Why these btches hating?)

I dressed that btch

Fixin' y'all mouth to talk fashion with me

I'm the one who showed these girls what fashion could be

The first rap bitch on the cover of Vogue

But somehow y'all passed me I suppose

I know your type, all bold and all cap

For the Love of Hip Hop, y'all knew me before that

These btches is nuts, bitches is ball sacks

And behind my back, btches be tight like bra straps, aye

Dead lyrics - Cardi B (feat. Summer Walker)

Grammy-Award-winning recording artist Cardi B, known for her chart-topping hits-

Now stands accused of a crime spree that has left a trail of devastation and the fear-

National rap superstar is on the run after being linked to a series of brutal killings-

And report any sightings immediately-

According to police, the victim-

Cardi B, who has always been a controversial-

Bloggers, journalists, and most chillingly several female rappers-

If these allegations are true, it will undoubtedly be one of the darkest chapters in the music history

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I took that demon to the ride, I'm goin' fast (Fast)

"Mirror, mirror, who the baddest bitch?" She looking back

I know these bitches in my shadow feel so cold

I don't think these bitches know

I want their heads, I want them begging for their life, I want them dead

I know they heard a bitch was coming and they scared

I wanna pull they lace fronts off they heads

I want all these bitches dead

Can't compete with me, I'm not the one

I tell hoes to suck my dick, they put their hair up in a bun

I let these bitches see, I should've left these hoes with none

Never smart to beef with me, what can I say? These hoes be dumb, bitches love to die young

Look, the water fountain, put my toes in it, music fire, put my soul in it

My coochie and my business, these bitches love putting they nose in it

Tell a bitch, "You better use your head before I come there, put a hole in it"

Like, pow, pow, pow, now she can bowl with it

They say, "Cardi, you tweaking," nah, I don't be tweaking enough

Bitches be doing shit and I be letting it slide and I don't be bringing it up

Bitches be out here telling lies about me and y'all just be eating it up

But when I drag it to hell, "Cardi, you evil as fuck"

She say my name, she getting belt, she think I'm playing, she getting belt

When we go in the store, don't touch nothing, you complain or you getting belt

I cried three hundred days last year and none of y'all called me up

And like those tears that ran down my cheek, y'all 'bout to be salty as fuck, girl

Guess who drop a thousand times and none of it's working?

Guess who doing shows for damn near free and pockets hurting?

Guess who make sure that she play nice when we in person?

And guess who done bodied up more bitches than they surgeon? Uh

I'm collecting body bags like they purses

I don't even rap no more, I drive hearses

Bitches got some nerve and them be nervous (Ah-ah-ah)

Don't tell me, tell customer service

Not for nothing, I'm that bitch, I look good, plus I'm thick

If you get money and you cute, then, bae, you basically my twin

You been here since "Washpoppin," then we basically locked in

You done seen me get knocked down nine times, still get up ten

They still mad about that Grammy, they still mad that I'm still poppin'

They still mad that they don't play her in the club and I went diamond

Hoes tried rebranding, revamped it

But ain't do nothin', had another baby, I was pre-eclamptic, you gotta love it

Niggas tweaking, yup, in front of the world, what?

How you do a bitch like that if I'm your-, huh

I tried to come in peace, they tore me into pieces

Now I gotta R-I-P

I want their heads, I want 'em begging for their life, I want them dead

I know they heard a bitch was coming and they scared

I wanna pull their lace fronts off they heads

I want all these bitches dead

If you not my bitch, you just a bitch, then you a opp

If you with that bitch, when I come get her, you gon' die

Rap, beam, shot, bap

Oh-ooh, I want all these bitches dead

Gone and deceased, capisce

No, I won't rest 'til all these bitches sleep

Lord give me the strength 'cause all these bitches weak

Man, I swear, I want these bitches all dead

Enemies all begging for their life

You playing with me, won't make it through the night

I'll do more than everything, that's right

Man, I swear that I want these bitches all dead

Dead, dead, dead, ooh-oh

Hello lyrics - Cardi B

I'm turnt up at the party, I'm geekin' out my body

She shake it, clap it for me, these bitches love some Cardi

I'm turnt up at the party, I'm geekin' out my body

She twerk it, clap it for me, like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hello, it's me (Ha), hello, it's me (Yeah)

Hello, it's me (Yeah), hello, it's me (I'm back)

Hello, it's me (It's me, bitch), hello, it's me (It's me, bitch)

Hello, it's me, hello (Ayy)

'Cause it be me poppin' out, shittin' on these hoes (It be me)

It be me, my body tea, I'm bitches' goals, look (It be me)

It be me with my skin glowin' in the sun (It be me)

I'll tell a nigga's mama raised a bum, yeah (Yeah)

It be me just lookin' perfect, head to toe, look (Uh-huh)

It be you out here lookin' regular ho, ayy (Uh-huh)

It be me just poppin' out, just lookin' fine (Just lookin' fine)

It be me lookin' better than all you hoes combined, yeah (Yeah)

It be me gettin' back boxes every week, yeah (Every week, yeah)

It be me lookin' like a snack, bon appétit, yeah (Bon appétit, yeah)

It be me that's countin' money, shakin' ass (Shakin' ass)

It be you that's lookin' stupid, hatin'-ass bitch (Hatin'-ass)

It be me with fifty inches to my butt, yeah (To my butt)

He on my phone, he talk to me like, "What you on?" Yeah (Like, "What you on?" Yeah)

It be you out here that's stressin' over niggas (Just over niggas)

You lookin' for him, he right here under my pictures (Ah)

I'm turnt up at the party (Party, oh), I'm geekin' out my body (Body, yeah)

She shake it, clap it for me (Huh, yeah), these bitches love some Cardi (Yeah)

I'm turnt up at the party (Party), I'm geekin' out my body (Body, yeah)

She twerk it, clap it for me, like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hello, it's me (Yeah), hello, it's me (Yeah)

Hello, it's me, I'm that bitch, yeah, yeah

Hello, it's me (Yeah), hello, it's me (Yeah)

Hello, it's me, it's that bitch, yeah, yeah

It be you that's hella mad

It be me that's getting tricked on by somebody's baby dad

It be me that's lookin' sexy, it be me that's lookin' cute

It be me with body bustin' out, this Miu Miu bodysuit

It be me with Eliantte diamonds, everything be glowin'

It be me carryin' these hoes, surprised that I'm not showin'

With all that motion, havin' shit that's goin' on

It ain't me, it's not my fault me and broke hoes don't get along, ayy (Ah)

I'm turnt up at the party (Party, oh), I'm geekin' out my body (Body, yeah)

She shake it, clap it for me (Huh, yeah), these bitches love some Cardi (Yeah)

I'm turnt up at the party (Party), I'm geekin' out my body (Body, yeah)

She twerk it, clap it for me, like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hello, it's me, hello, it's me

Hello, it's me, I'm that bitch, yeah, yeah

Hello, it's me, hello, it's me

Hello, it's me, it's that bitch, yeah, yeah (Run it)

Magnet lyrics - Cardi B

The real trap Selena

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Face pretty, I could win a-

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Yeah, yeah, only want that-

Grr (Grr), is it good to have-

Face pretty, I know I could probably win a pageant, baby

They say I'm attractive, I be feelin' like a magnet, baby

I'm just young and ratchet, baby, love it when you smack it, baby

If it ain't 'bout money, cut it short, Toni Braxton, baby (Wait)

(No, no) Huh, bitch can't do it like me (Hello)

Bitch can't do it like me (Hello)

Woke up and I'm still in the lead (No, no)

I know these hoes is mad (Mad)

It's time for hoes to gag (Gag)

I'm puttin' belt to ass

If a bitch want smoke with me, then we can link whenever (Let's do it)

Until then I'm in my bed, just rub my feet together (Ah)

Snow face bitch (Bitch), whose spot is you takin'? (Who?)

My spot's forever, ho, I'm like a dalmatian (Who?)

Who them vanity Chanel's for? Not me (No way)

Y'all bitches post 'em shits up all ya'll want, but not C (Not C)

Gotta do the jumbo, might just do the Maxi (Huh)

I like a classic bag, gotta keep it classy (Look)

A-B-C-D-E-F-G (Grr), these bitches can't fuck with me (Nah)

Pussy taste like honeycomb, talkin' on my money phone (Woo)

Shoutout to my hoes that wear the pants like Kamala (Huh)

Got my baby daddy actin' like my baby mama, huh (Aah)

Face pretty, I know I could probably win a pageant, baby

They say I'm attractive, I be feelin' like a magnet, baby

I'm just young and ratchet, baby, love it when you smack it, baby

Streets is callin' me and they keep sayin', "Let's get active, baby" (Wait)

(No, no) Huh, bitch can't do it like me (Hello)

Bitch can't do it like me (Hello)

Woke up and I'm still in the lead (No, no)

I know these hoes is mad (Mad)

It's time for hoes to gag (Gag)

I'm puttin' belt to ass (Woo)

Now let's talk about this hating-ass bitch (Who?), ungrateful-ass bitch (Huh)

I don't care, met somebody, gotta say it ass bitch

Fake friend-ass bitch (Huh) A clown-ass bitch (Shh)

On the 'net kick your friend while she down-ass bitch (Aah)

Your loyalty depends on who you around-ass bitch

Backdoor hoe hatin' on the low-ass bitch

You shady-ass bitch, you've been trash since birth

Mama didn't want you, Brenda's baby-ass bitch (Brenda)

Tail waggin'-ass bitch, bottom feeder-ass bitch (Haha)

All that dick riding, still ain't get no feature-ass bitch (Haha)

She just mad she got a nigga she be sharin' bags with (Shh)

My nigga cheat, but I don't stick no dildos in his ass, bitch (Haha)

You look a hot mess (Haha), easily impressed-ass bitch

You never gave looks, you started gettin' dressed-ass bitch (Aah)

Ricky O' the only fashion house you know-ass bitch

You should've asked me, would've took you to the show lil' bitch (Haha, bitch)

Face pretty, I know I could probably win a pageant, baby

They say I'm attractive, I be feelin' like a magnet, baby

I'm just young and ratchet, baby, love it when you smack it, baby

Only want that if it's good and have me actin' crazy (Wait)

(No, no) Huh, bitch can't do it like me (Hello)

Bitch can't do it like me (Hello)

Woke up and I'm still in the lead

(No, no) I know these hoes is mad (Mad)

It's time for hoes to gag (Gag)

I'm puttin' belt to ass (Woo)

Pick It Up lyrics - Cardi B (feat. Selena Gomez)

Back on my bullshit, I mean it

I see your number

Thank God I didn't delete it (No, babe)

I look at your picture, I'm fiendin'

It don't feel over

Holdin' myself 'cause I need it

I'm so obsessed

You got me checkin' my phone every second like

I hope you ask if I'm home

So come over so I can prove it to you

Said you're on my mind, I just can't let it go

Pick it up

Where we left off, can't give it up

I've been

Missin' you

Let me know if this a dub

I said your love

Is like a drug

You got me stuck

So pick it up

Pick it up

Where we left off, can't give it up

I've been

Missin' you

Let me know if this a dub

I said your love (Your love)

Is like a drug (A drug)

You got me stuck (Me stuck)

So pick it up

Pick it up now, why is you dubbin' me?

Either it's me or Little Miss Ugly

I don't see nothin' but broad bitches subbin' me

Most of these bitches can't even have company (Uh)

Why can't we pick it up like a bitch just dropped it?

Pick it up like we just went shoppin'

Pick it up if that bitch keep callin'

Or pick it up like we went off topic

I'm tryna be mad, but whenever he pick me up, I wanna put it down

And he be up in it like I think I like it, yeah, I think I'm 'bout to go look around (Aye)

Ooh, why you so fine? Mine? I don't have the time

They just gotta book me now (Nope)

I mean that nigga changed me, I get up and clean his shit

I even be cookin' now, uh, uh

And I still ain't find nobody who do it like you (You, you, you)

I tried, but the dick wasn't as good

Gotta be satisifed (Satisfied)

He don't need the finish line (Finish line)

So baby, tell me how you feelin' like

And when I call, you better

Pick it up

Where we left off, can't give it up

I've been

Missin' you

Let me know if this a dub

I said your love (Your love)

Is like a drug (A drug)

You got me stuck (Me stuck)

So pick it up

Pick it up

Where we left off, can't give it up

I've been

Missin' you

Let me know if this a dub

I said your love (Your love)

Is like a drug (A drug)

You got me stuck (Me stuck)

So pick it up

Pick it up

Bodega Baddie lyrics - Cardi B

Bodega baddie

Bodega baddie, que lo que papi, tú sabes que yo soy la mas sexy del

Bronx, Dyckman, Jackson Heights

Te ataca, me hace la high, drop me en el top two

What? What? What? What? What? What? Yeah, what? What?

Drop, drop, drop, drop, what? What? What? What?

Bodega baddie, hot as a baddie

Niggas are sayin' what? (What?)

You wanna treat me, just let the streets be

He wanna drop that, tell you my addy (Okay)

A bitch look good on a day to day (Day to day)

That's why I got niggas like ¿Qué lo que? (¿Qué lo que?)

Trustin' the phone, my better day

Now in missionary talkin' face to face (Why?)

El guapo got me loca (Loca)

I spread my legs like a bow tie (Bow tie)

Got his ass like Soca (Soca) Niggas backs got me sosa (Woo)

Bodega Baddie (Uh)

La muchacha que me tiene loco, de la boca chula, mira dónde va

La muchacha que me tiene loco, de la boca chula, mira dónde va (Wa, wa, wa)

La muchacha que me tiene loco, de la boca chula, mira dónde va (Wa, wa, wa)

La muchacha que me tiene loco, de la boca chula, mira dónde va (Wa, wa, wa)

Sabor (Brrree)

La bodega baddie (Wa, wa)

La bodega baddie (Ayy)

La bodega baddie (Wa, wa)

La bodega baddie (Ayy)

La bodega baddie (Wa, wa)

La bodega baddie (Ayy)

La bodega baddie (Brr, wa, wa)

La bodega baddie (Wa, wa, waa)

I'm in the burner, sippin' tequila, be the eater, pour my boo

Paparazzi catchin' you top me, oh, you got me, don't wanna puke

Check out, ripped out, I got dicked down, this hotel room look a shoe

Only time these bitches make sense to me is when I put them on mute

Bitch, oh, yeah, I'm like Selena

You can tell by my demeanor

Check that bitch that time I seen her

Told her, "Dame más gasolina" (Woo, hahaha)

La muchacha que me tiene loco, de la boca chula, mira dónde va

La muchacha que me tiene loco, de la boca chula, mira dónde va (Wa, wa, wa)

La muchacha que me tiene loco, de la boca chula, mira dónde va (Wa, wa, wa)

La muchacha que me tiene loco, de la boca chula, mira dónde va (Wa, wa, wa)

Sabor (Brrree)

La bodega baddie (Wa, wa)

La bodega baddie (Ayy)

La bodega baddie (Wa, wa)

La bodega baddie (Ayy)

La bodega baddie (Wa, wa)

La bodega baddie (Ayy)

La bodega baddie (Brr, wa, wa)

La bodega baddie (Wa, wa, waa)

La Cardi

Salute lyrics - Cardi B

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah, yeah

You mean to tell me you'd die over nothin'?

Ho, everybody fuckin', that's the end of discussion (End of discussion)

Bitch like me that came out the mud

Might help somebody out 'cause I came up from nothin' (Came up from nothin')

Big Bardi in a big-body Benz

With a big-body kit, put the lane over somethin' (Yeah)

He getting mad, won't give him my number

Cup in the middle got me feelin' December (Woo)

Put in lotta work, I'm gonna kill it this summer (Kill it this summer)

Been on a yacht, no ceilin' this summer (Summer)

Bitch been bad, so it make you curious

Never switched up, so you can't be serious (Yeah)

Disrespect me, yeah, you can't be serious (Huh)

I'm in a Lam', it can't be yours

I'm in a Urus, my world premature

When I look around, I have children on childrens (Ah, haha)

Killin' the game, my heart the purest

I need my flaws, now call the verse

I plant the seeds, it's time to flourish

Don't turn on that street, it's not for tourists (Skrrt)

You know I'm livin' it up when I'm liftin' it up

Let a nigga know I came to stunt (Yeah)

Then we gon' park in the front, wasn't sittin' in the front

Let a nigga know I came to front (Woo)

This shit is bigger than us, let you know that it's bigger than us

'Cause they pickin' it up (Yeah)

Takin' the lingo, the fashion, the foreign cars

Man, bitches is eatin' it up (Eatin' it up)

I am the reference, yeah, I am the vision board

I put that shit on these bitches, they can't ignore

Hustle too hard to ever be unemployed

Just like a Honda, got things in accord

Salute the real bitches

Salute the real bitches (Salute)

Salute the real bitches

Salute the real bitches (Salute)

Salute the real bitches

Salute the real bitches (Salute)

Salute the real bitches

Salute the real bitches (Salute)

High off a molly, my breasts are like Dolly

I'm ridin' my nigga just like a Ducati (Just like a Ducati)

Choppin' the top off the car like karate

Eliantte put a bracelet up on me

Shorty tried stealin' my style, but I caught her

Send me a picture of drip and I bought it (Ice)

Bardi an icon and this is iconic

Made a few millions off talkin' Ebonics

I am too blessed to be talkin' demonic (Talkin' demonic)

I switched the lies and gained the money

Rub on the thighs and kiss on the stomach

My watch is sick, it's makin' 'em vomit (Bleh)

My throat as long as a trumpet (Trumpet)

If my bitches say fuck it, then fuck it (Fuck it)

Hold your partner up just like some crutches (Yeah)

Got her pussy wet just like a bucket, fuck it (Woo)

Salute the real bitches

Salute the real bitches (Salute)

Salute the real bitches

Salute the real bitches (Salute)

Salute the real bitches

Salute the real bitches (Salute)

Salute the real bitches

Salute the real bitches (Salute)

Safe lyrics - Cardi B (feat. Kehlani)

Yeah, aye, it's Cardi, Kehlani

It's you and I, baby

Ah, ah, baby, yeah, look

I don't need a rich nigga just somebody that can make me feel

Safe (Yeah, look)

I deal with a couple niggas but nobody ever made me feel

Safe like you (Facts)

'Cause when I'm with you, I just know I'm fine (Know I'm fine)

You take all the pressure off my mind (All the time)

Patient and kind when I be going out my mind

Safe from the problems, I don't worry 'cause I'm hard to find

I'm from the block, baby, it's you and I, baby (Block, baby, I, baby)

If the world turn against me, who I got, baby? (Who I got, bitch?)

Bust at your opps, baby, I'm feelin' fly, baby

I'm talkin' ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, baby, huh?

I know that it's on you right now (Yeah, yeah)

I'm feelin' right at home, safe in your arms, baby, come hold me down (Come hold me down, huh?)

Safe like a key and a lock on me, safe like a crib with the combo, please

Hold you down (Hold you down, down, down)

I can put my guard down, I can pour my heart out

Love when you around (Love when you around, huh? Look)

Unplug the alarm now, show you all my cards now

I don't need a rich nigga just somebody that can make me feel

Safe (Yeah, look)

I cut off a couple niggas 'cause they never ever made me feel

Safe like you (Facts)

'Cause when I'm with you, I just know I'm fine (Know I'm fine)

You take all the pressure off my mind (All the time)

Patient and kind when I be going out my mind

Safe from the problems, I don't worry 'cause I'm hard to find, 'cause I feel

Safe like I just ran and slid across the plate

Safe like we playin' tag and you're home base

Aye, safe like I got a big dog in a gate, grr

Safe like you one of these hoes, play in my face

Yeah, you know I know you know that I'm that bitch, right? (Uh)

You got a girl that nigga wanna get right? (Uh)

When I spazz and I crash, you ain't gon' dip, right?

That's when I need you the most

That's how I get right? Right?

Baby, I feel safe in your arms, I feel safe (Safe)

Safe like the money, let it sit up in the bank (Safe)

Safe like a car with the alarm, I feel safe

My bodyguard right by my side, so I

I don't need a rich nigga just somebody that can make me feel

Safe (Yeah, look)

I deal with a couple niggas but nobody ever made me feel

Safe like you (Facts)

'Cause when I'm with you, I just know I'm fine (Know I'm fine)

You take all the pressure off my mind (All the time)

Patient and kind when I be going out my mind

Safe from the problems, I don't worry 'cause I'm hard to find

Safe, safe, safe (Ooh, safe, I feel)

Safe, safe, safe (Ooh, safe, I feel)

Safe, safe, safe, safe, safe, safe

I feel like I'm VIP, I feel like I trust my man, it gives security, ha

Man Of Your Word lyrics - Cardi B

Man of my word, you used to think

Now all I do is apologize for everything

How many times can I say sorry and not mean it?

How many times can I take my love for you as a weakness?

How many times I'm ignorin' all your friends that seen it?

How many times have I misunderstood the meanin' of lovin'?

With my eyes closed

You said you loved me

Nigga, no, you don't

Last time you fucked up, said I was done

Fucked up again, I took you back, shit, I was dumb

I held back for you, was really biting my tongue

Should've fell back from you, instead, I gave you a son

I don't regret it, it's a blessin', just know I learned my lesson

So stop with all that calling me and textin'

All the times you say you was locked in

Late-night sessions, only thing that need to drop is your confessions

Nigga, I believed you, don't know if I'm mad at me or you

Once upon a time, I thought I needed you

Even though I'm up, I always treat you like we even, dude

See what special treatment do? Huh, I could've cheated too

Man of my word, you used to think

Now all I do is apologize for everything

How many times can I say sorry and not mean it?

How many times can I take my love for you as a weakness?

How many times I'm ignorin' all your friends that seen it?

How many times have I misunderstood the meanin' of lovin'?

With my eyes closed

You said you loved me

Nigga, no, you don't

Seven years, admit it wasn't all bad

There's skeletons in my closet too, it wasn't all bags

As a wife, I should've realized when you was hurt

But instead, I put my music first, damn

There was things said

And that's when I heard about all these hoes and I came back

But since I had a ring, I never wanted no Ring cam

And now I got a ring on every finger but the one on my ring hand

Shit, it's funny how things panned out

You was my twin, you was my person

Shit, you was me but the evil version

I really hope you find love, I hope you find a good spirit

I hope she satisfy your needs and everything that I didn't

And I mean that, it's a lot of pressure when a bitch an icon

I know things could've been perfect in a different lifetime

But I really do wish you the best, continue being a winner

And if I had one wish, I only wish you would've been a

Man of my word, you used to think

Now all I do is apologize for everything

How many times can I say sorry and not mean it?

How many times can I take my love for you as a weakness?

How many times I'm ignorin' all your friends that seen it?

How many times have I misunderstood the meanin' of lovin'?

With my eyes closed

You said you loved me

Nigga, no, you don't

What's Goin On lyrics - Cardi B (feat. Lizzo)

Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey-hey, yeah

I said hey, what's going on

Ayy, what? (Hol' up)

What's goin' on? He stopped callin' (Callin')

Wasn't wakin' up to me in the mornin'? (The mornin')

No vacay, shit got borin' (Huh)

How you treat a bitch like me normal? (What?)

Ain't goin', I was gettin' impatient (Patient)

He draggin', now he racin'

He stopped sharin' his __cpLocation

I wonder why he got short conversations (Huh?)

What happened? We not laughin' (We not laughin')

Stopped grabbin' my ass when passin' (Passin')

Wasn't mentally there, just actin' (Just actin')

Anniversary gifts started lackin' (Lackin')

What's goin' on? I never knew you (Knew you)

Didn't think about givin' up too soon (Too soon)

When I open my mouth, it's chew food

Nigga wasn't eatin' this pussy like he used to

Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey, yeah, yeah

I said hey

I told his ass be careful with me, huh

What's going on?

I guess he thought I wouldn't practice what I preach

And I said hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh-huh)

Hey, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

I said hey

I let shit slide so many times that he got comfortable

What's going on?

Shit, I almost tore a bitch down, see that's what love can do

Seems like every day, new lie (Right)

You fuckin' them with two eyes (Facts)

How you treat me like I ain't shit? (How?)

Nigga, on our weddin' day, you cried (Cried)

You wrote down some beautiful vows (And then)

Gave my first beautiful child (And then)

So it was quiet for all of these hoes

Couldn't find out you the one loud (Huh?)

Still I stay (Stay)

I don't regret it (Regret it)

Still ain't cheap (No)

I ain't get credit (Huh?)

All about you, I ain't hit edit

I still don't shit like, "Yeah, I said it" (I said)

You like that I moved on and I hate that for you (Hate that for you)

Tellin' yourself that I ain't that loyal (Ain't that loyal)

Findin' a nigga that loved me more than you did

Is what I call payback for you, for real

Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey, yeah, yeah

I said hey

I told his ass be careful with me, huh

What's going on?

I guess he thought I wouldn't practice what I preach

And I said hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh-huh)

Hey, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

I said hey

I let shit slide so many times that he got comfortable

What's going on?

Shit, I almost tore a bitch down, see that's what love can do

I can feel it in the air when I step outside

I listen to my heart and it don't feel right

Got me feeling just a little peculiar (Uh-huh)

Yeah, I told you I would put up with you one last time

But then you did too much and you crossed that line

Now I scream from the top of my lungs, "The fuck is goin' on?"

And I said hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey, yeah, yeah (Hey, yeah, yeha)

I said hey

I told his ass be careful with me, huh

What's going on?

I guess he thought I wouldn't practice what I preach

And I said hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh-huh)

Hey, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, hey)

I said hey

I let shit slide so many times that he got comfortable

The fuck is goin' on?

Shit, I almost tore a bitch down, see that's what love can do (What's goin' on?)

Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

What's going on?

Hey-hey, yeah

What's going wrong?

I said hey, what's going on

Shower Tears lyrics - Cardi B (feat. Summer Walker)

[Summer Walker:]

Oh (Triangle Park)

We should be good by now

We should be good, good

We should be good by now

We should be good, good (Yeah)

[Cardi B:]

What is love?

What's the reason? What's the meaning? What the fuck?

This shit is conflictin' like addiction, shit is drugs

You gon' have your way with me until I had enough

You keep thinkin' I'm calling your bluff

Who that on your line? Fuck is on your mind? You so arrogant

This shit is embarrassin', I am not no average bitch

You wanna play marriage, then you can have these carats then (Have it then)

I put my baby in her car seat then be out of here

Here we go again, these some bitches you don't know again (Huh)

Must be a magician, putting pictures in your phone again

Don't tell me these hoes is friends and you out with your bros again

For all of this, might as well just be alone again

I let my guard down, I let you in

You playin' games with my heart, I'm not gon' let you win

I'm sick of fightin', sick of cryin', shit, it's 4 a.m

If you don't answer this time, I'll never call again, swear

[Summer Walker:]

Why would you do this?

Heat of the moment, let it burn

Got me so foolish

I know love ain't supposed to hurt

We should be good by now

We should be good, good

We should be good by now

We should be good, good (Yeah)

[Cardi B:]

I thought you wanted it forever

You and me together

Make it through the storm

Right or wrong, any weather

I just want you back in where your home is

How you leave a bitch like me so hopeless?

Hope you know that the door ain't always open (And)

And I'm just hopin' you know what's up

This relationship sittin' patient, shit, it's hard to trust

'Cause once you give it all you can, you just can't give it up

Sometimes I wanna fuck you up, sometimes I wanna fuck

Shit, I take a handful of bills, and let you know that it's real

Then let you feel some of this pain that I feel

'Bout to turn to the liquor from how she claim that you licked her

I know you fucked because you over tipped her, nigga

How you textin' bitches from my bed?

All these years, all these shower tears that I done shed

I'm on the edge, this the last straw, you got me fed

I have to question this again, then this shit is dead, nigga

[Summer Walker:]

Why would you do this?

Heat of the moment, let it burn

Got me so foolish

I know love ain't supposed to hurt

We should be good by now

We should be good, good

We should be good by now

We should be good, go

Outside lyrics - Cardi B

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh-huh)

Outside niggas love a outside bitch

But be mad when they- get some outside-

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh (Cardi)

When I tell you these niggas ain't shit, please believe me (Let's go)

They gon' fuck on anything, these niggas way too easy (Facts)

Good-for-nothing, low-down dirty dogs, I'm convinced (Yeah)

Next time you see your mama, tell her how she raised a bitch

(I'm goin' out), on the pop-out (Side), 'cause it's hot out

(I'm goin' out), you was playin' games (Side), now you on timeout

(I'm goin' out), where the fine niggas? (Side), I'm tryna find niggas

(Out), I been cuffed up too long (Side), let me remind niggas (Yeah)

Well, let's go wrong for wrong (What?), let's go lick for lick (Let's go)

If I can handle that (Uh-huh), let me see you handle this (Okay)

Do you how you do me, bet you we won't speak again

Favorite player from your favorite team, he in my DM, uh

I'm so small and tiny, he so big and tall

Might let him dunk this pussy like he dunk the ball

I'm a big freak, come and get a sneak peek

Back it up like beep-beep 'til that thing go leak-leak, uh

Chlöe called you king, that's cute, don't get me wrong (Don't get me wrong)

I like him too, so, baby, let me meet LeBron (Let me meet LeBron)

I love Savannah, let me see what she be on

What? It's plenty niggas, baby, I could keep it goin', look (Ah)

Royal rumble, this a jungle, lion and some cheetahs

'Cause clearly you don't give a fuck, so I don't give one either (I don't)

I like my niggas Black and country, that's just what it is

I can tell that he excited 'cause he go from small to big (Girl)

When I tell you these niggas ain't shit, please believe me (Believe me)

They gon' fuck on anything, these niggas way too easy (At all)

Low-down, dirty, good-for-nothing dogs, I'm convinced (Uh-huh)

Can't wait to see your mama, tell her how she raised a bitch

(I'm goin' out), on the pop-out (Side), 'cause it's hot out

(I'm goin' out), you was playin' games (Side), now you on timeout

(I'm goin' out), where the fine niggas? (Side), I'm tryna find niggas

(Out), I been cuffed up too long (Side), let me remind niggas

Ooh, I think he sexy, ooh, he look good as fuck

Ain't that your homegirl friend? Tell her to hook me up (Let's do it)

Shit, ain't y'all havin' fun? Let's have fun together

Baby, I'm with the shits, you know I'm with whatever, look (Woo)

I know I'm cute and funny (Funny), I know somebody want me (Want me)

I might go celibate (Uh-huh), I know I'll make some money (Cash)

Outside niggas love a outside bitch

But be sick when they girls get some outside- (Huh)

I mean, bathing suit, body suit, tryna let this body loose

This tequila ninety proof, chase it with my pussy juice

Heard them Patriots got them niggas, let me in the locker room

And some ladies out in Vegas, A'ja Wil', what's poppin', boo?

Booty cheeks gotta shake, flirty niggas got some pape'

Let me know the time and place, I'm just tryna ride his face

PJ, vacay, take me somewhere tropical

Spa day, fine masseuse, Uber driver kinda cute

When I tell you these niggas ain't shit, please believe me (Let's go)

They gon' fuck on anything, these niggas way too easy (Facts)

Good-for-nothing, low-down dirty dogs, I'm convinced (Yeah)

Next time you see your mama, tell her how she raised a bitch (Uh)

(I'm goin' out), on the pop-out (Side), 'cause it's hot out

(I'm goin' out), you was playin' games (Side), now you on timeout

(I'm goin' out), where the fine niggas? (Side), I'm tryna find niggas

(Out), I been cuffed up too long (Side), let me remind niggas (Yeah)

I ain't see your call, I ain't hear it ring

I'm in the studio, call you when I leave

Who I'm with? I know you fuckin' lyin'

Where I'm 'bout to go? I'm about to go outside

I'm 'bout to take it outside

This pussy goin' outside

Tonight, we goin' outside

Ah

Pretty & Petty lyrics - Cardi B

Yeah, yeah

I'm pretty and I'm petty as fuck (As fuck)

I'm pretty and I'm petty as fuck (Ooh, girl)

I'm pretty and I'm petty as fuck

Hoes think they ready, they ain't ready enough (Let's go)

I'm pretty and I'm petty as fuck (As fuck)

I'm pretty and I'm petty as fuck (As fuck)

I'm pretty and I'm petty as fuck

When I walk a bitch down, it be sexy as fuck

Name five BIA songs, gun pointing to your head (To your head)

Bow, I'm dead

That melatonin flow putting us to bed

I'm doing you a favor, Epic, run me my bread

Pop shit & buy bags, the only shit that I do

Err'time that I pray I thank God I'm not you

I'd rather die on the surgery table before I gotta walk around here lookin' like you

You wanna beef with me, are you sure? (Sure)

Do she even got a BET award?

Sweat me 'cause you bored just a big lap dog

Bia, be a labrador, rawr

I'm pretty and I'm petty as fuck (As fuck)

I'm pretty and I'm petty as fuck (Ooh, girl)

I'm pretty and I'm petty as fuck

Hoes think they ready, they ain't ready enough (Pow, pow, pow)

You a fake little bitch and I don't like them

Your mama used to fuck around with white men

Disgusting, girl you trifling

I hate when a bitch think she cute 'cause she lightskin

Talkin' about Kulture, you wildin'

Look, meatball, you Italian

I'm Cardi B, shawty, who you wanna be, shawty?

You from Boston, let's have a little tea party

Why you got kicked out of that condo? (Why?)

Why you be online and be lyin' though? (Why?)

Why you always at Diddy house? (Huh?)

I heard they combed that little kitty out (Ha)

Tell these folks what's it's really about (What's it's really about)

Why you all on people's face with that shitty mouth?

Diarrhea BIA, breath so stank

You can smell her 'fore you see her

Like huh, huh, weave to the floor

I'm like huh, huh, make 'em hate me even more

I'm like huh, huh, hoes is easy to ignore

It's been two years since you put a number on the wall (Ha-ha)

I'm a bad bitch and you mad (And you mad)

'Cause you built like your dad

You damn nearly unemployed

They only book you when they can't afford Coi, look

I got one album (Huh?)

And I'm up still (I am)

Daughter's watch cost more than your cup deal (They do)

Now ass off real (Yeah), it feels dumb real (Yeah)

Cardi's on your shade, you need a conceal

Thirty two and you got acne on your face (Wait, how?)

Dirty bitch go and change up on your case (You dirty)

Look, I'm an icon, I'm a legend (I'm a legend)

I mean, girl, you a Gretchen (At best)

I'm pretty and I'm petty as fuck (As fuck)

I'm pretty and I'm petty as fuck (Ooh, girl)

I'm pretty and I'm petty as fuck

Hoes think they ready, they ain't ready enough (Let's go)

I'm pretty and I'm petty as fuck (As fuck)

I'm pretty and I'm petty as fuck (As fuck)

I'm pretty and I'm petty as fuck

When I walk a bitch down, it be sexy as fuck

Real bad bitch and you mad

'Cause you built like your dad

I heard a bitch lookin' for me

Ayy, girl, I'm at the back, where you at?

Ayy, ayy, ayy

If you a real bad bitch let me see you clap

If you a real bad bitch let me see you clap

If you a real bad bitch let me see you clap

Let me see you clap, let me see you clap

Aah, it's the Grim Reaper, bitch

You thought I was gonna let you slide, ho?

I told you, bitch, I was gonna reply on my time, bitch

Are you dumb?

Tell you, don't you ever mention my kids, bitch

You just didn't beat me

Better Than You lyrics - Cardi B (feat. Cash Cobain)

[Cardi B:]

Yeah, better than you, look

Better than you, look, bitch, better than you smell

Better than you taste, better than you face

Better than you, huh, everything better than you, look

Bitch, I'm better than you

If that's you friend then fuck that bitch I'm

Bettin' her too, uh-huh, she ain't no hoes, I got (What?)

And I ain't better to do okay, if better than you then who?

Huh, huh, huh, face bomb, huh, huh, better than you then who?

I'm a bad bitch, you know my mirrors

Diamonds and water, this bitch is clear

Feel like this my biggest fear

I ain't doing bigger than bitches veneers

They throw shots, them tell them cheers

You and all my level bitches tears

All my cars is chauffeur

I ain't touch door handles in years

Hoes gotta talk behind my back 'cause that's where them hoes be at

'Cause that's where them hoes gon' see, this fat ass and this long ass weave

I'm doing shit they can't believe, I'm doing shit that they can't fathom

Steady or soft and it's still a classic, steady or soft and you still ain't passin'

Uh, feed hoes up, uh, give me a napkin, yeah

Bitches is hurt, ooh, get him an aspirin

Daddy, take me to Aspen

I wanna twerk in the cabin

Pretty hoes do what they want

Ooh, that's the law of attraction

Yeah, how I'm doin'

Better than you, better than who?

Better than you, look, bitch

Better than you, smell, taste

Better than you taste

Better than you taste

Better than you face (Dumb)

Better than you, bitch I'm better than you

Look, bitch, I'm better than you, if that's your friend, fuck that bitch, uh

Better than her too, uh-huh

Shit, no hoes, I got

Nothing better to do, okay, yeah Better than you, uh-huh, uh, yeah, uh Face bomb, better than face bomb

My body galore I'm at the game, it gotta be floor

For them lay ass, it gotta be sore

Talk is cheap, so she gotta be poor

You know these bitches, they got no taste

You know these hoes ain't got no place

You know these hoes ain't got no style

I'm thot-thot when the crowd go wild

I show them how to be sex-sexy

She ain't dressed like that before she met me

Baby I'm crying, I'm dead, I'm weak

Bitches wanna steal my whole technique

Now that got it, baby I'm polished, can't be modest

I'm too poppin'

Believe me I tried it, suckin' my teeth, rollin' my eyelids, huh

These broke hoes make my coochie itch, can't no nigga ever braid on me

I don't care who he get

I stay in the newest shit

My hair, my jewelry lit

If I like it, get two of it

On the phone with my man like, ooh, I would look cute in this

Bitch, I'm better than you

Always better than you

Way more bread than you

Get better hair than you

Always stand on you

Hoes be prostitutes

[Cash Cobain:]

No bitch better than you, get more bread than you

Hatin'-ass bitches talk shit on the 'net, but none of it ever be true

Ain't no bitch badder than you, ain't no bitch got swagger like you

And these bitches be all talk, but none of that matter to you

No bitch fuckin' with you, know how to up it like you

Know how to bust it like you

Came through, skin tea, body tea, these hoes ain't nothing like you

Diamonds dance like Chris B's, bitch, please, nobody run it like you, like damn

Who you know got it like you? Who you know pop it like you?

Who you know soon as you walk in the spot, make niggas heart stop like you?

Makin' bitches heart drop like you, givin' them hell nonstop like you

These bitches is not like you

Came straight from the bottom of the dirt, came out on top like you

And it's pain 'cause you put in all the work, can't no nigga process you

Can't no nigga pop it like you

Got your own funds, you poppin' it too

Please don't argue with me, ain't no bitch hotter than she

Like damn

On My Back lyrics - Cardi B (feat. Lourdiz)

Il me plaît d'être avec toi

Je ne sais pas où

I hope that you're on your way

Crazy 'bout you

Throw on that old Marvin Gaye

Waiting on you

Can't wait to sit on that face

Focused on you

Come on, in night and day

Come put me on my back

I want it, want it, want it, ooh

I might throw it back

Jump on it, on it, on it, ooh

Come put me on my back

I want it, want it, want it, ooh

I might throw it back

Jump on it, on it, on it, ooh

(Ayy, yeah, huh)

You my lover, you my friend (You my friend)

I sit and think about the texts you would send (All the time)

I caught feelings for you, can't even pretend (Yeah)

I see your name on my phone and I grin (Ayy, yeah, huh)

I appreciate everything you do for me (Do for me)

Poppin' up, orange bags out the blue for me (Blue for me)

You know to spoil me, you always cop two for me (Two for me)

That's the reason that I knew that it was you for me (Yeah)

I be staring in your eyes through the whole day (Yes)

I swear to God, I hope our kids have your whole face (Mwah)

Take these clothes off and throw 'em on the floor (Yeah)

I told my girl I'm 'bout to give this man a boy (Hahaha, ayy)

Throw me on my back (Ha)

I hope that you're on your way

Crazy 'bout you

Throw on that old Marvin Gaye

Waiting on you

Can't wait to sit on that face

Focused on you

Come on, in night and day

Come put me on my back

I want it, want it, want it, ooh

I might throw it back

Jump on it, on it, on it, ooh

Come put me on my back

I want it, want it, want it, ooh

I might throw it back

Jump on it, on it, on it, ooh

(Yeah, yeah, huh)

I said now come run a route in this pussy, spike the ball (Ball)

End zone, touchdown in this pussy (Pussy)

Soon as I see you, you get jumped on, yeah (Uh)

I ain't like a nigga like this in dumb long

Now wherever you at is where I wanna be, nigga

I'm on your dick, I wanna hold it when you pee, nigga

Is this for real or is it just new? Yeah

I'm a real picky bitch, but I pick you

You know it's deep when y'all go to sleep on FaceTime

Hit it from the back while you rub it at the same time (Yeah)

Lay me on my back while you be fuckin' me (Uh)

Chain swingin' in my face, Jesus piece be headbuttin' me, ow

I hope that you're on your way

Crazy 'bout you

Throw on that old Marvin Gaye

Waiting on you

Can't wait to sit on that face

Focused on you

Come on, in night and day

Come put me on my back

I want it, want it, want it, ooh

I might throw it back

Jump on it, on it, on it, ooh

Come put me on my back

I want it, want it, want it, ooh

I might throw it back

Jump on it, on it, on it, ooh

ErrTime lyrics - Cardi B

Huh

Somebody better get her 'cause she out here lookin' fine

Better pop your shit because I'm out here poppin' mine

The way these diamonds hittin', bitches damn near goin' blind

Look, 'cause Don Julio gon' do the trick every time (Yeah)

Nigga lose me, you know that nigga out his mind

Tell her make a hit, she in the stu' just wastin' time

If I take your nigga, I don't wanna hear no cryin'

'Cause I ain't say shit when hoes was out here fuckin' mine, huh (Look)

Outside grindin', I'ma shine all summer

Bad-ass bitch, I know that every nigga want her

Real fine shit, man, I get it from my mother

I'm a demon, I'll fuck your opp and fuck your brother

Bottle after bottle after bottles in this motherfucker

All my friends tens, look like models in this motherfucker

Hoes throwin' ass, need some dollars in this motherfucker

Bad yellow bitch, look like Latto in this motherfucker

Somebody better get her 'cause she out here lookin' fine

Better pop your shit because I'm out here poppin' mine

The way these diamonds hittin', bitches damn near goin' blind

Look, 'cause Don Julio gon' do the trick every time (Yeah)

Nigga lose me, you know that nigga out his mind (Yeah)

Tell her make a hit, she in the stu' just wastin' time (Yeah)

If I take your nigga, I don't wanna hear no cryin' (No)

'Cause I ain't say shit when hoes was out here fuckin' mine, huh

New bag (Bag), new ice (Ice)

Shittin' on these bitches whole life (Life)

Fat ass (Ass), want a bite? (Huh?)

For a bad bitch, I'm a whole dyke

If I hit the club, I'm goin' home with a stripper (Stripper)

Got a bangin' body, then I'm on it like some glitter, huh (Yes)

Maybe I'm buggin' (Buggin'), maybe I'm trippin' (Trippin')

I let you have the nigga ho, how come you ain't with him? (Ah)

I'm somewhere on the Amalfi Coast, tannin' somewhere naked (Naked)

You somewhere on the water broke, bitches must be pregnant (Ayy)

Y'all fuckin' on my ex now, damn, y'all must be desperate (What?)

RIP to OG Maco, who the baddest? Bitch, you guessed it, brr (Yes)

Bottle after bottle after bottles in this motherfucker

All my friends bad, look like models in this motherfucker

Bitches throwin' ass, need some dollars in this motherfucker (Yeah)

Bad yellow bitch, look like Latto in this motherfucker (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Bardi (It's the baddest bitch)

Grim Reaper (Ya heard?)

Bardi (Haha, ha, brr)

Not your girl

Check Please lyrics - Cardi B

(This is fire)

(Yo, Island)

Y'all niggas ain't doin' the numbers that my last shit did (Huh)

You hate on me, you see how the last bitch did

You think you seein' Cardi B, then bitch, you buggin' (Bitch, you buggin')

I got more money than them niggas that you be fuckin', ugh

I got champagne in the fridge, you know how I live (Live)

My crib look like the mall, the mall look like the crib (Crib)

I'm the reason bitches got deals for like the last few years

You sound anything like Cardi B, bitch, sign right here

Ain't no other bitch up here, nigga, let's go

I need more money than problems this year, let's go

I still give big-bitch head, nigga, let's go

Stick in my lap look like a dick, oh shit, let's go

You bitches is done eatin', tell 'em, "Check, please"

You bitches is done eatin', tell 'em, "Check, please"

Done eating these hoes, tell 'em, "Check, please"

Baby, check, please, check, check, check

Need my check, please (Huh), need my neck freeze (Freeze)

This that wet pussy (Ah), get your jet skis

Pull up like a hundred bands, just me and my man

Got a stick in my pants, light you like a lamp (Brr)

I been feelin' like a bad bitch all goddamn day, huh

If you ain't my bitch, you just a bitch in the goddamn way

You say you'd die for your respect, let's find out and see

They say Red Bull give you wings, so does Cardi B (Cardi B)

Ain't no other bitch up here, nigga, let's go

I need more money than problems this year, let's go

I still give big-bitch head, nigga, let's go

Stick in my lap look like a dick, oh shit, let's go

You bitches is done eatin', tell 'em, "Check, please"

You bitches is done eatin', tell 'em, "Check, please"

Done eating these hoes, tell 'em, "Check, please"

Baby, check, please, check, check, check, huh

Principal lyrics - Cardi B (feat. Janet Jackson)

Yeah, look, mm-mm, look (Omar Grand)

If you say you had a girl like me, I know you lyin'

It's time to catch a lick, boy, I be shootin' while you drivin', brr (Dizz, you violated)

Ayy, yeah

Let's get it

I said I like a dime, it's like butter

You know I'm even better 'cause I came straight out the gutter, ayy

Let's get it, look

Took a trap, ayy, then I meet your mother

Uh-huh, yeah, look

I said he know he need a down bitch, pretty spicy brown thing

Ass he could sleep on and a pussy he could drown in

When these hoes be comin' at you, don't you pay these hoes no mind (No)

Half these bitches wanna fuck with you because they know you mine (Facts)

If you ain't on the same page, then bloop-bloop, watch me lane switch (On)

Gotta be the only bitch, what the hell's a main bitch?

If you ain't on the same page, then bloop-bloop, watch me lane switch (Skrrt)

I'm too bad to be lonely and too grown to be played with (I'm too grown, ayy)

It's the principle, the principle, ayy

Can't be out here playin' with a bitch like me (Why?)

There's niggas out here prayin' for a bitch like me, ayy

It's the principle, the principle, ayy

Take me to the trap, ayy, then I meet your mother

You know a bitch is badder when she raised up out the gutter

I said, "Now take me out to eat" (Eat), TAO (TAO), Philippe (Philippe)

He said, "Why we gotta leave?" 'Tween your thighs, a feast (Freak)

He know how to make me smile (Ooh), how to make me growl (Ooh)

I be walkin' out the shower, he be tuggin' at the towel (Ugh)

Take me to the trenches (Trenches), I don't ever panic (No)

Take me anywhere, just don't take me for granted (Facts)

You could soil me all you want, you ain't loyal, I don't care (I don't)

My niggas and my food is just two things I can't share, bitch

It's the principle, the principle, ayy

If you ain't on the same shit, huh, watch me lane switch

I'm too sexy to be lonely and too grown to be played with

It's the principle, the principle, ayy

Can't be out here playin' with a bitch like me

There's niggas out here prayin' for a bitch like me, ayy

Trophies lyrics - Cardi B

Like, huh? Like, huh? Like, what? Like, what?

Like, huh? Like, what? Like, what? Like, huh?

Like, what? Like, huh? Like, what? Like, what?

Like, huh? Like, what? Like, what? Like, huh?

Like, what? Like, like, huh? Like, what?

Look, look

Look, CC the baggage (Yes), Ricky the glasses (Yes)

I'm back in the mood, I'm back on they asses (Mm)

I'm teachin' them classes (Yeah), these bitches is fools

I cannot bust down no Cartier, that's a starter watch (Ah)

Hoes can't talk jewelry with me, ain't got the shit that my daughter got (Nope)

Gotta call me Bugatti Bardi, this shit look like an autobot

I do not call the cops, on all the opps (Blap)

This summer we pushin' up with the good bottles and the good watches

And we poppin' big shit, ain't none a hoe gon' do about it

Ooh, they ain't tell you you look busted, they some bad friends

I could pop up in the hood because I'm really tapped in

Whole career is down hill like the slopes in Aspen

Those numbers ain't addin' up, I mean the math ain't mathin'

Bad bitches need trophies (Rrr)

Hoes be real life losers

Bad bitches make shit happen

Hating hoes make excuses (Woo)

Very much paid, I'm very much it

Very much, bitch I do this (Woo)

Bad bitches make shit happen (Skrt)

Hating hoes make excuses

Like, huh? Like, what?

I don't wanna hear excuses

Like, huh? Like, what?

I don't wanna hear excuses (Ayy)

They don't give plaque, they don't perform

Bitches be real life floosers

Bad bitches make shit happen (Look)

Hating hoes make excuses

Look, these bitches shapped like turkeys, all my hoes got Birkins

Sticks and stones, we break bones, all my knocks whole thirties

I'm living and they Benz be suppin', I told on on a stack them cupids

I told 'em, ho, what happened? That's my fault they jack in

Bitches try to gas me straight but now I'm back with querosene

Bitches be ill, aged like milk, ooh, it's a dairy queen

They sharp with some coup and they look like a shoot

These bitches been out of shape, I mean you hoes really out twos

Like, huh? Like, what?

I don't wanna hear excuses

Like, huh? Like, what?

I don't wanna hear excuses (Ayy)

New AP, my trophy

I told you hoes I do this

Bitches be real life loosers

Bad bitches make shit happen (Look)

Hating hoes make excuses

Look, bitches whack when Cardi is back, they taking place again

Bitches is safe, bitches got germes, I can not play with them

Shopping bag then back outside, I'm in they face again

They all lying, they talking crazy, nurse she escaped again

One, two, three, four, five, I'm the baddest bitch alive

Hop up out the whip, I get a bunch of oohs and aahs

I could make a nigga rich, I could get a nigga robbed

If it's beef, we got stakes, I could get your shit to Bob

Bad bitches need trophies (Rrr)

Hoes be real life losers

Bad bitches make shit happen

Hating hoes make excuses (Woo)

Very much paid, I'm very much it

Very much, bitch I do this (Woo)

Bad bitches make shit happen (Skrt)

Hating hoes make excuses

Like, huh? Like, what?

I don't wanna hear excuses (Woo)

Like, huh? Like, what?

I don't wanna hear excuses (Ayy)

They don't give plaque, they don't perform

Bitches be real life loosers

Bad bitches make shit happen (Look)

Hating hoes make excuses

Grrah

Here you go, Cardi motherfuckin' B, bitch

Like, huh? Like, what? Like, what? Like, huh?

Like, huh? Like, what? Like, what? Like, huh?

Man, suck my dick

Nice Guy lyrics - Cardi B (feat. Tyla)

Mmm (We got London on da Track)

Mmm

Mmm, Mr. Right Guy playing with me, foolish

Because I bite, I've been hearing you want some of my sight

Come stay for good because I want all of you for tonight

Touch on me good, boy, know I like that

Why you keep on looking? Not the eyesight

I keep saying, mmm, yeah, Mr. Right Guy (My)

Look, If I had to go 24 hours without my nigga, I swear to God I would die

He go to court 'cause he got a case in the feds, I swear to God I would lie

If he get knocked, come home saying, "We Muslim," Shit, Alhamdulillah

Yeah, I do a hell of a job, keeping it wet and I'm sucking him dry like, uh

He got an accent (Yeah), he don't be cappin' and he be trappin' (Facts)

And he tapped in, he got him a baddie, that's how I be actin' (Ha)

I'm spoiled, I be misbehavin' (Misbehavin')

He know I drive him crazy

Rain cold and I be cheesin' (Mwah)

He know I'm never leavin'

Mmm, Mr. Right Guy playing with me, foolish

Because I bite, I've been hearing you want some of my sight

Come stay for good because I want all of you for tonight (Ooh, ah, shit, boy, you got the right bitch)

Touch on me good, boy, know I like that (Ooh, ah, shit, boy, you got the right bitch)

Why you keep on looking? Not the eyesight (Ooh, ah, shit, yeah, you got the right bitch)

I keep saying, mmm, yeah, Mr. Right Guy (My) (Ooh, ah, shit, yeah, you got the right, look)

If you ain't never been through it, you ain't really into it (Nope)

Me and him always into it (Huh)

First you go through shit, then you get through it (Yeah)

Can't just put an end to it (Nah)

Got the code to your phone, so I been through it

If I asked for the ho, then I been knew it (Huh)

This a nice house that we got right here, I hit up, so drive my Benz through it Every day a bad bitch get fumbled (Fumbled)

Every day a dumb nigga get humbled (Humbled)

You broke my heart into pieces (Facts), why you sitting there looking puzzled? (Shit)

I ain't stayin' here throwing a fit (No)

I'm going out, let me throw in a fit (Hmm)

Somethin' tight to show off the tits

You gon' be tagged when I post up the pics

Let me tell you how this gonna go (Ay)

You gon' keep calling my phone (Ooh)

I'ma keep pressing decline, I'm textin' you, calling you broke

That's how you know, you gotta go (Hmm)

Double up, it go in the Maybach (Maybach)

Mmm, tryna get your baby (Mmm)

Mmm, and you know I don't play that

Mmm, hope I don't need payback

I can get petty and hope that you're ready

Crazy emotional, know that I'm very

Messy but I can get clean for this Getty

Mmm, Mr. Right Guy playing with me, foolish

Because I bite, I've been hearing you want some of my sight

Come stay for good because I want all of you for tonight (Ooh, ah, shit, boy, you got the right bitch)

Touch on me good, boy, know I like that (Ooh, ah, shit, boy, you got the right bitch)

Why you keep on looking? Not the eyesight (Ooh, ah, shit, yeah, you got the right bitch)

I keep saying, mmm, yeah, Mr. Right Guy (My) (Ooh, ah, shit, yeah, you got the right, huh)

Killin You Hoes lyrics - Cardi B

Uh

Look, look

God, thank you for me making me the baddest bitch alive

Cute little aura, I don't know, I'm just a vibe

All white toes looking like somebody's bride

Bunch of black trucks looking like somebody died

I say her whole name, I'll just be doing charity

I'm nothing like you bitches, we don't got no similarities

Fuck all you hoes, a lot y'all is weird to me

Fuck niggas too 'cause why y'all so embarrassing? (Ugh)

Hoes be shady anyway

She don't like me but she would trade places any day

Are you dumb? Ass dumb, fat face, dumb, pretty

I never ever heard a niggas say he done with me

Come get up with me, baby, come get up with me

I think high key hoes be in love with me

Life is a movie, mine will be a sex scene

Hopping out jacuzzi loking like a wet dream

Looking like a check, looking like baddest bitches a nigga ever met

Ghetto goddness in the flesh

Fuck you, nigga, I could give a fuck less

Nonchalant bitch, make a nigga triple text

Been running shit, stealing out of breath

Flexing on hoes, nigga, I don't even scretch

Look, I ain't come here to play, I'm killing you hoes

I go the work every day, I'm killing you hoes

Hopped out looking, I'm killing you hoes

Let's just get this understood, I'm killing you hoes

Cute face, slim waist, I'm killing you hoes

Not a hair out of place, I'm killing you hoes

Bitch, make no mistake, I'm killing you hoes

I'll go to jail today, I'm killing you hoes

Look, look

I mean truthfully, what a can these bitches even do with me?

Light on make-up, heavy on jewerly

Stay getting tricked on, pussy getting licked on

Hoes always talking about me, know I'ma live long

Say what you want but you can't call me broke

Bitches swear they will, but I know these bitches won't

I hope my name turn into glass in their throat

When I put my hands on her, she gon' say it's some unprovoked, look

But I'm just life livin' (Yeah), I hear wine sipping (Uh-huh)

Me and Hennesy just cosplay white women

Balenciaga boots, a bitch look nice in them

Diamonds do the fucking Macarena when the lights hit them

Bitches can't spit, I guess they gotta swallow

Don't play with me, keep playing with your nostrils

No respect for me, bitches wanting less from me

It's too late, bitch, I'm a whole success story

Everything about you bitches fake, I don't like that

Bitches tell you to feel where to put the knife at

Always been a hothead, now my heart ice-packed

Forty for this Krakberg, now it's worth twice that

Drop top down here, flyin' in the wind

Cardi-esque, flew off, I had to buy this shit again

This is for them days I used to opposite of win

I'm just good at getting up and then trying shit again

Man, I got this from the dirt, tell all them hoes that hatin' shit ain't gonna work

Don't like me but guarantee my name is in her search

Must got all notifications and alerts

'Cause everything I do, a hand bitch see it first

A hatin' bitch see it first, look

Look I ain't come here to play, I'm killing you hoes

I go the work every day, I'm killing you hoes

Hopped out looking I'm killing you hoes

Let's just get this understood, I'm killing you hoes

Cute face slim waist, I'm killing you hoes

Not that hair out of place I'm killing you hoes

Bitch make no mistake I'm killing you hoes

I'll go day of killing you hoes

Ah-ah

Up lyrics - Cardi B

Up, up, up (Ayy), up (Uh), up, look (This is fire)

Look

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

Came from a bitch who nigga wanna fuck on me

I 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, you'd probably lick it like a lollipop

Hoes speaking Capeneese hit 'em 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 'em understand

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

I 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 their doorstep

Tell that bitch back 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

Look, gotta play it safe, huh

No face, no case (Hahaha)

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

Don't Do Too Much lyrics - Cardi B

Grrah, grrah

What? Like, huh? Like, what?

Like, huh? Like, what? Like, huh? Like, what?

Like, huh? Like, what? Like, huh? Like, what? Like

Like, huh? (What? Yeah, yeah, look, mm)

I could show 'em how to be sexy (Ayy, ayy)

Ooh, he wanna sex me (Me, me)

God's favorite, He just bless me (Amen)

Is it hot in here? Is it just me? (Ooh, ooh)

Don't do too much (Don't do too much)

Don't do too much (Don't do too much)

Don't do too much, don't do too much (Much, ayy, ayy)

Don't do too much (Don't do too much)

Don't do too much, ayy

Bitch, don't do too

Look, I'm givin' face, I'm givin' body

I'm the life of the party

Bitches stealin' my style, hoes really tryna rob me

When this beef is wagyu, hoes claim they don't like you

Then pop out lookin' just like you

Babygirl, I styled you (Huh? Like, what? Like, what?)

You can front if you want, huh

Put my ex in a blunt, all my exes in a blunt, huh?

All of my hoes is classy, all of my bitches is cunts (Yeah, we cunt)

Hoes couldn't fuck with me never, not even once, huh (Ha)

I could show 'em how to be sexy (Ayy, ayy)

Ooh, he wanna sex me (Me, me)

God's favorite, He just bless me (Amen)

Is it hot in here? Is it just me? (Ooh, ooh)

Don't do too much (Don't do too much)

Don't do too much (Don't do too much)

Don't do too much, don't do too much (Much, ayy, ayy)

Don't do too much (Don't do too much)

Don't do too much, ayy

Bitch, don't do too

Mm, make it look easy (Easy)

Me and my friends Monica Phoebe

On point, I'm PG

Eat hoes up, I'm greedy (Greedy)

Trips to the border (Border), huh

They feelin' my aura (Aura)

Eatin' tempura ('Pura)

Eat hoes up, I got a disorder, huh

Look at my fit, ayy, look how it fit

Look at my butt, hm, look how it cuff

Go take a pic, he wanna hump

Hm, niggas is stuck, niggas is sick

Bitches be hatin' (Be hatin'), but I could adjust

'Cause I'm that bitch, huh?

I could show 'em to be sexy (Ayy, ayy)

Ooh, he wanna sex me (Me, me)

God's favorite, He just bless me (Amen)

Is it hot in here? Is it just me? (Ooh, ooh)

Don't do too much (Don't do too much)

Don't do too much (Don't do too much)

Don't do too much, don't do too much (Much, ayy, ayy)

Don't do too much (Don't do too much)

Don't do too much, ayy

Bitch, don't do too

ErrTime (Remix) lyrics - Cardi B (feat. Latto)

[Cardi B:]

Huh

Somebody better get her 'cause she out here lookin' fine

Better pop your shit because I'm out here poppin' mine

The way these diamonds hittin', bitches damn near goin' blind

Look, 'cause Don Julio gon' do the trick every time (Yeah)

Nigga lose me, you know that nigga out his mind

Tell her make a hit, she in the stu' just wastin' time

If I take your nigga, I don't wanna hear no cryin'

'Cause I ain't say shit when hoes was out here fuckin' mine, huh (Look)

Outside grindin', I'ma shine all summer

Bad-ass bitch, I know that every nigga want her

Real fine shit, man, I get it from my mother

I'm a demon, I'll fuck your opp and fuck your brother

Bottle after bottle after bottles in this motherfucker

All my friends tens, look like models in this motherfucker

Hoes throwin' ass, need some dollars in this motherfucker

Bad yellow bitch, look like Latto in this motherfucker

Somebody better get her 'cause she out here lookin' fine

Better pop your shit because I'm out here poppin' mine

The way these diamonds hittin', bitches damn near goin' blind

Look, 'cause Don Julio gon' do the trick every time (Yeah)

Nigga lose me, you know that nigga out his mind (Yeah)

Tell her make a hit, she in the stu' just wastin' time (Yeah)

If I take your nigga, I don't wanna hear no cryin' (No)

'Cause I ain't say shit when hoes was out here fuckin' mine, huh

[Latto:]

Pop out, brand new body like I'm Cardi in this motherfucker (Ah)

Bitch, I'm giving belt out like karate in this motherfucker (Hi-ya)

Bust it for my man like it's hobby 'round this motherfucker (Uh)

Can't be bitches on this dick 'cause I be on this motherfucker (On God)

G lock in my hip (Hip), I walk around with a switch (Grr)

I know this ho ain't talking shit with broke nigga on her lips (Ew)

Like, how you let a rapper hit that ain't even got no hits?

Man, my thick ass went to fashion week, them dresses couldn't even zip (Wow)

Bottle after bottle like somebody in here thirsty (Ah)

Both hands on it like this nigga tryna search me

Big Mama, fuck the small talk, what's the word, Ski?

I must be the drama, way he drop 200 first beat

[Cardi B:]

Bottle after bottle after bottles in this motherfucker

All my friends tens, look like models in this motherfucker

Bitches throwin' ass, need some dollars in this motherfucker

Bad yellow bitch, look like Latto in this motherfucker

It's the baddest bitch (Bardi)

Brim Reaper (Ya heard?)

Bardi (Haha, ha, brr)

Not your girl

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)