With That (Remix) lyrics - Cardi B

Hundred band, hundred band
I'm 'bout my bread I got to get this shmoney man
They fuck with my shmoney I'm sending them shots I watch them do the running man
I'm with the shits if a nigga want this he gon' have to buy all of that
I'm with the shits if a nigga want this he gon' have to buy all of that
He just want to splurge and its ok I'm so cool with that
5 thousand on a purse yeah baby boy I'm so cool with that
Fuck him so good he gonna want to go spend all that
Pussy got him on the jugg he gonna re-up and come right back

No I'm not cool, cause bitch I'm bool
And I'm been jacking that ever since school
So don't be a fool
Run up on me got mechanics with tools
And they ain't scared to lose
They had me on snooze
Now when I host it's is a zoo
When the host is a zoo
Got me a check I got a check
Feeling so blessed
Doing a lot more than what they expect
I'm in my prime everything in effect
And I'm so cool with that
This hustle not new to that
Sell out these spots got 'em thinking like who did that
This new bitch from the Bronx
The one that you slept on for so long so cool all that, cool all that

Hundred band, hundred band
I'm 'bout my bread I got to get this shmoney man
They fuck with my shmoney I'm sending them shots I watch them do the running man
I'm with the shits if a nigga want this he gon' have to buy all of that
I'm with the shits if a nigga want this he gon' have to buy all of that
He just want to splurge and its ok I'm so cool with that
5 thousand on a purse yeah baby boy I'm so cool with that
Fuck him so good he gonna want to go spend all that
Pussy got him on the juug he gon' re-up and come right back

He want to dab in this pussy but I don't think he get the picture
He ask me what I want I tell him make me look like sub-zero sister
I'm talking that ice just ignore the price or I might just dismiss ya
Don't do broke niggas ain't no joke nigga cause the pussy delicious
Bitches mad at me cause I'm on my shit
I know they doubted me cause I used to strip
Blew on IG on some regular shit, then she to TV on some degular shit
When I pull up on that bitch for talking that shit amnesia kick in and I swear they forget
Then I think to myself they ain't fuck with my money then I keep it pushing watch out lil' bitch

Hundred band, hundred band
I'm 'bout my bread I got to get this shmoney man
They fuck with my shmoney I'm sending them shots I watch them do the running man
I'm with the shits if a nigga want this he gon' have to buy all of that
I'm with the shits if a nigga want this he gon' have to buy all of that
He just want to splurge and its ok I'm so cool with that
5 thousand on a purse yeah baby boy I'm so cool with that
Fuck him so good he gonna want to go spend all that
Pussy got him on the jugg he gon' re-up and come right back

Foreva lyrics - Cardi B

Ran down on that bitch twice
Ran down on that bitch twice
You know me I be with whatever
If a bitch beef with me we gon beef foreva

Why you always tryna run and hide
Always have my name up in your mouth you outta line
You gon make me pop up at your door like surprise
Like come outside lil bitch come outside
Never by my lonely got my niggas by my side
And all my niggas skrr skrr yeah they down to ride
Yeah my bitches go to work I'm talking 9 to 5
The streets want to fuck around you won't stay alive
Your man can cross you and I make sure that you pay the price
So don't be lacking when you coming home from work at night
You run your mouth I poppin out now it's on sight
You gon be just like my pussy hella tight
A hoe can hate but don't be fucking with my commas
And if she is I'll shape her up and she gon get the line up
Can't be starting all these problems if you cannot solve them
Cardi backing down I swear to God that's not an option

Ran down on that bitch twice
Ran down on that bitch twice
You know me I be with whatever
If a bitch beef with me we gon beef foreva

Some bitches claim they with the shits but they ain't with a thing
I spend the block come around like a boomerang
Silence silence I don't hear a thing
Worry about me but your pussy smell like turtle tank
I pull up on that check nothing less that's all I do
10 bands 50 bands ain't nothing new
I see some people who still worried about my revenue
I'm eating good you wish you could don't worry about my food
And niggas hating on a female ain't no way to live
You bitch made make me wonder if you got a dick
How you feeling like a man envying a chick
Wake up and go get some money go and find your niche
Silly muthafucka who raised you
A nigga with a pussy how disgraceful
I have my hittas come and duck tape you
And your bitch could get it too double date boo
So let's get it so let's get it so let's get it let's not waste a minute
You clearly started so let's finish
I don't do beginners they take your kindness for a gimmick
I'm just here for business
I'm running down and I'm with it

Ran down on that bitch twice
Ran down on that bitch twice
You know me I be with whatever
If a bitch beef with me we gon beef foreva

Trick Skit lyrics - Cardi B (feat. Haitian V)

[Haitian V:]
Wha- come one man!

[Cardi B:]
Yo, what is your problem? Why you knocking on the door like that? You know my uncle on the run. You - I thought you was the police

[Haitian V:]
Cardi, why you keep me waiting like that all the time? The garbage man - they - they asked me if I live here, I say no. Why you leave me outside like that?

You see that's why I told you I'm only available before 8PM. Before the stores closing. When you gonna take me shopping again? Like I keep wearing the same outfit over and over again. Look at my nails, look at my toes like

You need your nails done, I give you the money. You want your toes done, I give you the money. You want your hair - I go to Malaysia to get it for you. No problem. The diamonds in your fingers. You don't know who help me get that. Leonardo DiCaprio from Blood Diamond help me to get that for you. They tell Beyonce and Kim Kardashian - they say listen it's only one and it has to go to Haitian for him to give it to his girlfriend

[Cardi B:]
Nobody tell you to do all that. You coulda - you coulda went to Foredom. You coulda went to Foredom and get a goddamn ring

[Haitian V:]
Let's stop this - this garbage foolishness. Okay baby?

[Cardi B:]
What I told you about calling me baby? Like don't call me baby. I don't like when you call me baby like you just make us look crazy in public, like stop calling me that. Stop calling me that

[Haitian V:]
Cardi

[Cardi B:]
Don't call me baby

[Haitian V:]
Cardi, why you talking about I can't call you baby? What I'm supposed to call you? Homie

[Cardi B:]
Fucking

[Haitian V:]
Nigga? I don't know what I'm supposed to call you -

[Cardi B:]
I'm a fucking punch him. This is why I need another one

[Haitian V:]
Baby, what you grumbling to yourself like that? I buy you I pay the rent. I pay your cell phone, not even my cell phone

[Cardi B:]
Alright, alright!

[Haitian V:]
I treat you good, I buy you eh stuff

[Cardi B:]
Oh my God!

[Haitian V:]
And then you treat me like garbage baby

[Cardi B:]
I already told you already, because you's a you's a

Ten Trick Commandments lyrics - Cardi B

Boy you a trick trick trick trick trick trick
You ain't nothing but a trick trick trick trick trick
You catching feelings like a hoe you's a trick trick trick trick trick
No love no love for a trick trick trick trick trick
No love no love for a

Rule #1 if you ain't paying that's a no
Rule #2 tricks wait at the door
Rule #3 don't you tell me about your kids cause I don't give a fuck nigga I'll tell you how it is
Rule #4 you ain't never fucking raw no matter how much money is involved fuck you thought
Rule #5 I need unlimited supply whatever I want you buy
Rule #6 when we in the club don't be taking all the pics
Pay for the liqs you ain't getting no kiss nigga
I ain't your bitch nigga you ain't shit nigga no hugs no love you's a

Boy you a trick trick trick trick trick trick
You ain't nothing but a trick trick trick trick trick
You catching feelings like a hoe you a trick trick trick trick trick
No love no love for a trick trick trick trick trick
No love no love

Rule #7 when you take me out to eat after that day you can't see me for the week
Rule #8 you can't call me babe boy we don't relate let's get that shit straight
Rule #9 I ain't tryna wine and dine I'm just tryna shop bust a nut then goodbye
Rule #10 when that bank account ends I find a new trick let the new games begin
I'm such a hoe ass bitch
Big thot big thot
You thought I like you for you noooo
You think we have something in common

Boy you's a trick trick trick trick trick trick
You ain't nothing but a trick trick trick trick trick
You catching feelings like a hoe you's a trick trick trick trick trick
No love no love for a trick trick trick trick trick
No love no love for a

Sauce Niggaz lyrics - Cardi B

I hate when I'm using a guy and shit and they start catching feelings and like no matter what I tell them like they just don't stop liking me. Like I be like listen I'm a hoe I don't cook I don't clean like trust me you don't want me to be the mother of your kids. I don't like mother-in-laws and they just be on some sooo you don't gotta meet my mom. Like nigga you don't fucking get it though?

I don't do no sauce niggas (lil bitch)
Pop a pill I abort niggas (lil bitch)
And I don't save them I export niggas (lil bitch)
You niggas ass salad tossed niggas (lil bitch)

I don't do no sauce niggas (lil bitch)
Pop a pill I abort niggas (lil bitch)
And I don't save them I export niggas (lil bitch)
You niggas ass salad tossed niggas (lil bitch)

Always talking about what you got so what you got
Always talking about you run that block nigga really what block
Always talking about your shooters ha, so who y'all shot?
Always talking about your foreign whips nigga, really what lot?
Always talking about y'all niggas scam okay you scam
But your bank account got 0 dollars, so what's the plan?
Boy you lying using hella filters this ain't the gram
Boy I'm hot I use you to cool me down nigga you a fan

I don't do no sauce niggas (lil bitch)
Pop a pill I abort niggas (lil bitch)
And I don't save them I export niggas (lil bitch)
You niggas ass salad tossed niggas (lil bitch)

I don't do no sauce niggas (lil bitch)
Pop a pill I abort niggas (lil bitch)
And I don't save them I export niggas (lil bitch)
You niggas ass salad tossed niggas (lil bitch)

Some of you niggas is really too soft
I do y'all like frisbees you niggas get tossed
Always emotional blinging my line go find Nemo and nigga get lost
Cannot talk spicy cause you are not hot
You are just sauce
You bought me a chain, a ring, and a watch but how much it cost
It's not expensive then he is a not I'm cutting him off
They be like Cardi why you so cold nigga I don't defrost
And I mean it y'all fiending why you scheming
You sauce you false won't comment I red beam him

I don't do no sauce niggas (lil bitch)
Pop a pill I abort niggas (lil bitch)
And I don't save them I export niggas (lil bitch)
You niggas ass salad tossed niggas (lil bitch)

I don't do no sauce niggas (lil bitch)
Pop a pill I abort niggas (lil bitch)
And I don't save them I export niggas (lil bitch)
You niggas ass salad tossed niggas (lil bitch)

Lit Thot lyrics - Cardi B

Deal with them no no
Deal with them I can't
Peanut butter ass work
Fuck around and get jammed
Cardi in this bitch you better understand
I flip the script and kill shit now they want to hold my hand
I be that hood bitch from that block
It's my hood on top
Why you asking all them questions you a cornball you get popped
I'm really with the shits I'm a real bitch I don't flop
They ask who I be I'm that east coast lit thot
Yeah I gives it up I gives it up I gives it up and that's word
These cats got no stacks man they fucking get on my nerves
I gives it up I gives it up I gives it up and that's word
And if you ain't talking about money then I'm pitching nothing but curves

Oh they mad I'm a keep them mad oh they hella sick
See me stunting see me getting bands oh yeah hella bricks
Cardi looking good in this shit oh yeah hella fit
Run up on me wrong they pop the trunk on you elephants
You don't know me hoe you don't know me bro you don't know me just move
I A-L-T control delete and get your ass removed
That fuck shit that truck shit I do not approve
You niggas with that shrimp dicks be fucking up my mood

I be that hood bitch from that block
It's my hood on top
Why you asking all them questions you a cornball you get popped
I'm really with the shits I'm a real bitch I don't flop
They ask who I be I'm that east coast lit thot
Yeah I gives it up I gives it up I gives it up and that's word
These cats got no stacks man they fucking get on my nerves
I gives it up I gives it up I gives it up and that's word
And if you ain't talking about money then I'm pitching nothing but curves
Deal with them no no
Deal with them I can't
Peanut butter ass work
You fuck around and get jammed
Cardi in this bitch you better understand
I flip the script and kill shit now they want to hold my hand

Just get up off me just get up off me just get up off me you fake
You talking all that tough shit but quick to talk to the jakes
Let a bitch try me that's these red bottoms to the face
Nigga hating hoes ain't got no clout that's Superman with no cape
All I need is Coronas and I'm set for the night
Let a bitch act up just know it's on sight
They mad cause my time came and I didn't miss my flight
Fuck you thought a bitch was gonna be down her whole life
Bitch no

I be that hood bitch from that block
It's my hood on top
Why you asking all them questions you a cornball you get popped
I'm really with the shits I'm a real bitch I don't flop
They ask who I be I'm that east coast lit thot
Yeah I gives it up I gives it up I gives it up and that's word
These cats got no stacks man they fucking get on my nerves
I gives it up I gives it up I gives it up and that's word
And if you ain't talking about money then I'm pitching nothing but curves

Everything lyrics - Cardi B

[Announcer:]
New York City, welcome to Street Soldiers. The hottest talk on radio, hosted Lisa Evers

[Lisa Evers:]
I'm so glad you're joining us for this episode of Street Soldiers. With us is Cardi B.She also has a new EP called Gansta B. Cardi, thanks for being with us

[Cardi B:]
Yeah thank you very much

[Lisa Evers:]
We really

[Cardi B:]
Thank you for having me
You know, people underestimated me
And making me feel like I'm never gonna amount to shit because I used to be a stripper
It feels like I'm getting whipped in the back, with words
But you know what?
They don't see the bigger picture
I had to feed myself, I had to feed my family
But you know what?
Just here me out

Lord forgive me for my sins
Forgive me for the crazy shit I wish I never did
I'm simply just a young hood girl tryna win
I just want it all, and I gon' pretend
Like I ain't never had to suck a dick to pay my rent
I'm tryna get my family out the hood and new cribs
I wanna finish paying my mothers new whip
I do it for a cause, so understand the kid
I want my little girl to go to school in Fort Lee
Schools in the hood, got him crazy, man he three
And it's fucked that it ain't how it's supposed to be
He should be counting 123's and ABC's
And momma used to beat my ass like every week
That's because she can't have nothing but love for me
I wanna spoil her so much, oh lord please
That's my everything
My everything, my family

You know what?
Even when I was stripping, like bitches was worried 'bout the wrong things
Oh they want red bottoms, they want the biggest cars
Like I'm worried 'bout my father stop cab driving
Before he turn sixty, and my mom stop being a cashier before she fifty like
That's why I'm working so hard out here
That's why I go so hard
Not for me, but for them though
You feel me?

Note to self, for my sister Hennessy
Try and go to school, finish up and get degrees
Don't be fucking trick niggas, just so you can eat
That's the shit I did and it really makes me weak
I would close my eyes, dying for it to be over
The thought of a stranger inside, I just can't be sober
Dirty ass breath, breathing all over my shoulders
Ain't no bitch gon' tell you that, just respect the soldier
And I wanna tell my dad, you don't gotta cab
Drive for two whole weeks just to make a stack
You don't gotta drive no more, I'm gon' change all that
I put that on my everything, I'm gon' pray for that

You know when I was a little girl I used to tell my mom
"Hey mom, when I grow up, I'm gonna buy you a house, I'm gonna buy you a car"
Until I turned eighteen, it's like damn, I can't even get me my own apartment
So, it's just like, now that I'm in this position I'm gonna
I'm gonna take full advantage of it
Like oh my gosh, I can't wait till I get to surprise my mom
Like, "Hey, I didn't went to college, but look, look at me mom, look at me now, look, look mom, look, look at your house, This is your house! Not mines, but yours, and I bough it for you!"


[Lisa Evers:]
We really appreciate it. What do you want people to know about Cardi B? Last words

[Cardi B:]
Be you. Be you. If you wanna be a hoe, be a hoe. If you wanna be a teacher, be a teacher. If you wanna be gay, be gay. Be you

Skit (Final Words With Lisa Evers) lyrics - Cardi B (feat. Lisa Evers)

[Announcer:]
New York City, welcome to Street Soldiers. The hottest talk on radio, hosted Lisa Evers

[Lisa Evers:]
I'm so glad you're joining us for this episode of Street Soldiers. With us is Cardi B.She also has a new EP called Gansta B. Cardi, thanks for being with us

[Cardi B:]
Yeah thank you very much

[Lisa Evers:]
We really

[Cardi B:]
Thank you for having me

[Lisa Evers:]
We really appreciate it. What do you want people to know about Cardi B? Last words

[Cardi B:]
Be you. Be you. If you wanna be a hoe, be a hoe. If you wanna be a teacher, be a teacher. If you wanna be gay, be gay. Be you

Cardi B other songs:

Bodak Yellow (Latin Trap Mix) lyrics - Cardi B (feat. Messiah)

[Cardi B:]
(KSR
Hah, it's Cardi, ay
Said, "I'm the shit, they can't fuck with me if they wanted to")

Said, "Lil bitch, you can't fuck with me ni aunque tú quieras"
That's a fact, Cardi B y de el trap soy la mamá
Hit the store y compro todo lo que quiera comprar (ching)
I'm a boss, you a worker, yo alante y tú atrás, ooh (yeah)
Esta canción no es pa' mi curi y mi cuero, ooh
Un show mío lo que tú haces en un año entero
Si me ves no me saludes, tú y yo no somos amigas
Si tú no haces dinero tú no eres de la mía

¿Dique que tú puedes contra mi?
Vamo' averiguar, vamo' allá
Soy rapera y también yo se pelear
You in the club, tú chapeando, yo llegando y cobrando
Siempre 'toy depositando, tan' cansa' de mi en el banco
E' verdad, no me importa a quien yo le caiga mal
Llevo dos mixtapes en seis meses, nadie me puede parar (yeah)
I don't bother with these hoes
Don't let these hoes bother me (yeah)
All these bitches son mis hijas, to'as se copian de mi

Mira, yo me robo a tu novio, hago coro con tu esposo
Tu jevo ta' afisia'o, se que lo tengo sabroso
Yo se lo pongo en el paso
I'm like, "Okay" (okay)
Yo le pido lo que quiera
El me compra mi cartera y una jeepeta
Lo tengo tan afisiado que hasta me paga mi renta
Soy la má' dura en la calle, know you prolly heard of me
Me busca, me arreglé los dientes
Hope you hoes know it ain't cheap (ching)
Pagó la renta de mi madre y no dependo de nadie
Si no hablas de dinero es mejor que ni me hables

[Cardi B & Messiah:]
Said, "Lil bitch, you can't fuck with me ni aunque tú quieras"
That's a fact, Cardi B y de el trap soy la mamá
Hit the store y compro todo lo que quiera comprar (ching)
I'm a boss, you a worker, yo alante y tú atrás (yeah)
Esta canción no es pa' mi curi y mi cuero, ooh (cuero)
Un show mío lo que tú haces en un año entero (año entero)
Si me ves no me saludes, tú y yo no somos amigas (nope)
Si tú no haces dinero tú no eres de la mía

[Messiah:]
¿Dique que tú puedes contra mi? Suelta eso, bi
Nigga, please, to mis show son pago, ninguno gratis
Créeme a mí, no hagas que yo coja aquí un felony
I'm the big beef for well, these niggas know my pedigree
Honestly, I got bad bitches that wanna fuck with me
Suck on me, ride me crazy y dejarme seco a mí
Que yo no 'taba sonando, que no 'taba haciendo bulla
Dique que estaba apagao y pegao con la jeva tuya
Ando con mi primo Lucas, un corito sano y con par de putas
Lo que tu gasta' una noche en botellas, eso yo lo gasto en refilles de hooka
Los cueros dicen Messiah 'ta de pinga porque nos da y después se embala
A lo mejor ella pensaba que yo iba a darle y después mudarla
Andamo' en la calle, osea en la yesca
Andamo' fumando [?] purple haze en mi yerba
Hablan mierda a tu espalda y cuando te ven ellos no dicen na'
Ando con mi hermano DJ Hova and tonight we gonna shake the block

[Cardi B:]
Said, "Lil bitch, you can't fuck with me ni aunque tú quieras"
That's a fact, Cardi B y de el trap soy la mamá
Hit the store y compro todo lo que quiera comprar
I'm a boss, you a worker, yo alante y tú atrás, ooh
Esta canción no es pa' mi curi y mi cuero, ooh
Un show mío lo que tú haces en un año entero
Si me ves no me saludes, tú y yo no somos amigas
Si tú no haces dinero tú no eres de la mía, ooh

Bodak Yellow (Remix) lyrics - Cardi B (feat. Kodak Black)

[Kodak Black:]
Ayy, ayy, you know, you know why I fuck with Cardi B?
'Cause they be thinkin', they be thinkin' both of us crazy and shit
Like this sound like some, some, some, Bodak Orange shit
Or some, some Kodak Orange shit, man... like... ayy

[Cardi B (Kodak Black):]
Said lil' bitch, you can't fuck with me if you wanted to (ayy, ayy, ayy)
These expensive, these is red bottoms, these is bloody shoes
(Woo, woo, woo! yah, yah, they're bloody shoes, bloody shoes)
Hit the store, I can get 'em both, I don't wanna choose (yah, yah, yah, wanna choose, ayy)
And I'm quick, cut a nigga off, so don't get comfortable, look (woo! yah, yah, yah, bih', don't get comfortable, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I don't dance now, I make money moves (yeah bih', I make money moves, ayy)
Said I don't gotta dance, I make money moves, (woo!, bih, I make money moves, ayy, ayy, ayy)
If I see you and I don't speak, that means I don't fuck with you (nigga, I don't fuck with you, ayy, I don't fuck with you)
I'm a boss, you a worker, bitch, I make bloody moves (yah, I make money moves)

[Kodak Black:]
I ain't worried 'bout her, that's an old ho
You thought I was comin' with my old flow
Kodak ain't com to take no photo
I don't even pull up in a four door
I just hit a lick, hit the load though
All my life smokin' on JoJo
He was just posted up with dough though
Now he gettin' slammed by the popo
Thuggish, buggish, ruggish shit
I can't leave the streets, I love this shit
Never gave a shit 'bout a messy bitch
I ain't never take a risk for a petty lick
I'm at Digital Heights and I'm goin' on a heist
Dead presidents, John Kennedy
Dead presidents, pockets Mount Everest
When I step on the scene it's a felony (yeah, yeah)
Christian Louboutin (yeah)
These ain't Louis Vuittons (huh)
Hit a Kodak Bop on nae nae
I wanna top me a Nae Nae
Now I'm in a white whip, no mayonnaise
Stole a new car for me, Audi A8
Cardi B brought the beat, told me re-rock the heat
Try me, I'll do the race like I'm Tay-K
It ain't no flockin' over here, lil' buddy
All of us zombies over here, lil' buddy
All of us robbin' 'cause they love your money
Got our own money, but we love your money
Crack a nigga's head wide open like a pumpkin
Jaguar F-Type orange like a pumpkin
Young nigga, I got old hundreds
Smokin' K2 with my bunkie (woo!)

[Cardi B:]
Lil' bitch, you can't fuck with me if you wanted to (woo!)
These expensive, these is red bottoms, these is bloody shoes (woo, woo!)
Hit the store, I can get 'em both, I don't wanna choose
And I'm quick, cut a nigga off, so don't get comfortable, look (ayy, woo!)
I don't dance now, I make money moves (ayy, ayy)
Said I don't gotta dance, I make money moves (woo!)
If I see you and I don't speak, that means I don't fuck with you
I'm a boss, you a worker, bitch, I make bloody moves (bloody moves, bloody moves, bloody moves...)

Cheap Ass Weave lyrics - Cardi B

The nerve of you bitches
Like, oh my God, I got no words for you bitches
Like, who's really serving you bitches?
I need some answers, I'm worried for bitches
Like, this really absurd
No wonder these niggas stay curving you bitches
Don't even take no more selfies
That weave don't even deserve any pictures
Like, where did you buy that shit?
Who really acknowledged it?
What made you feel that you would be lit if you went and copped that shit?
They tell you ya look good?
Wasn't you iffy?
Oh, I know, they tell you that you get two bundles for fifty
Girl, you ain't low
I know how this go
Cheap shoes is okay, cheap dress is okay, but cheap weave is a "no"
Don'tcha do it to yourself that's bad for your health
Don't fuck up your flow
Talk shit about me with ya dusty ass weave?
Now you outta control
I'm Cardi B, I come through and I kill everything, everything and that's a fact
Got me on my hitman shit like brrap-brrap-brrap-brrap-brrap-brrap-brrap
I'm fully reloaded, full clip
I cut to the chase, snip-snip
That weave gotta go, pink slip
Looking washed up, drip-drip

I can't believe it
This is insane
How can you talk about me when your weave is inside of the grave?
(It's dead, bitch)
I can't believe it
Or is it just me?
But why all these bitches just walking the streets with some cheap ass weave

Cheap ass weave
Cheap ass weave
How everything on fleek when you got some cheap ass weave?
Cheap ass weave
Cheap ass weave
Don't even step to me if you got some cheap ass weave

Cardi B killing shit, I'm causing casualties
I am a masterpiece, you are a tragedy
Finish you like Mortal Kombat; fatality
I got shit jumping like What a Time...
Like Jumpman, Jumpman
That weave you got should be a crime
You got no luck, man
And how you niggas even let them in the crib with that?
You know that weave stink, that shit need a Tic Tac
Now you tell me you pulling hair off your pillows, hair off the sheets, and even hair out your asscrack
So cheap weave is okay? I think I missed that
I see a track showing, you need to fix that
You got a braid loose, you need to twist that
You got it fucked up, I would never pick that
Lady Leshurr done told y'all to go brush your teeth
But after you done, you leave the crib with that cheap ass weave?
I'm begging Lord, oh God, oh God, oh please, oh please
Please just bless these thots, these thots with they cheap ass weave

I can't believe it
This is insane
How can you talk about me when your weave is inside of the grave?
(It's dead, bitch)
I can't believe it
Or is it just me?
But why all these bitches just walking the streets with some cheap ass weave

Cheap ass weave
Cheap ass weave
How everything on fleek when you got some cheap ass weave?
Cheap ass weave
Cheap ass weave
Don't even step to me if you got some cheap ass weave

La Modelo lyrics - Ozuna (feat. Cardi B)

[Ozuna:]
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Yo quiero hacerte tantas cosas sin enamorarte
Quiero que te sientas cómoda, así vamo' aparte
[Cardi B:]
Así, como tú quieras, te hago el amor
[Ozuna:]
Y pa' mí, modélame, bebé, en ropa interior

Y de pensar que yo contigo quiero estar
Querer probar algo de ti pa' no olvidar
Yo no me sé ni su nombre, pero la quiero
Pasó y dejó su fragancia y hasta me desespero
[Cardi B:]
Y de pensar que yo contigo quiero estar
Quiero probar algo de ti pa' no olvidar
[Ozuna:]
Yo no me sé ni su nombre, pero la quiero
Pasó y dejó su fragancia y hasta me desespero

Rapa pa pai, rapa pa pai (oh, oh)
Y rapa pa pai, rapa pa pai
Así es que la quiero, quiero
Rapa pa pai, rapa pa pai (oh, oh)
Y rapa pa pam, rapa pa pam
Así es que la quiero, quiero

Si la viera, baila hasta sola
Peligrosa como una pistola
Rompe la disco, to' el mundo menciona
Pero esa mami conmigo es de cora
[Cardi B:]
Bésame, báilame ahora
Me mete sudando, su cuerpo demora
[Ozuna:]
De todas las babys ella es la championa
Se pone loquita si me escucha en la emisora, y ahora
[Cardi B:]
Bésame, báilame ahora
Me mete sudando, su cuerpo demora
[Ozuna:]
De todas las babys ella es la championa
Se pone loquita si me escucha en la emisora, y ahora

Y de pensar que yo contigo quiero estar
Quiero el probar algo de ti pa' no olvidar
Yo no me sé ni su nombre, pero la quiero
Pasó y dejó su fragancia y hasta me desespero
[Cardi B:]
Y de pensar que yo contigo quiero estar
Quiero probar, algo de ti pa' no olvidar
[Ozuna:]
Yo no me sé ni su nombre, pero la quiero
Pasó y dejó su fragancia y hasta me desespero

[Cardi B:]
For me to think that you are the one for me
Left your baby mom, know Cardi's your wife-to-be
Ex had me locked up, but you came to set me free
They say you not my type, but you got my type of D
So answer this, can you hold me?
Can I trust you?
Patek on the wrist, both arms, that's what us do
Mansion on the Hills, half/half if you want to
That's only if you want to

Bésame, báilame ahora
Me mete sudando, su cuerpo de mora
[Ozuna:]
De todas las babys ella es la championa
Se pone loquita si me escucha en la emisora, y ahora
[Cardi B:]
Bésame, báilame ahora
Me mete sudando, su cuerpo de mora
[Ozuna:]
De todas las babys ella es la championa
Se pone loquita si me escucha en la emisora, y ahora

[Cardi B:]
Y de pensar que yo contigo quiero estar
Quiero el probar, algo de ti pa' no olvidar
Yo no me sé ni su nombre, pero la quiero
Pasó y dejó su fragancia y hasta me desespero
[Ozuna:]
Y de pensar que yo contigo quiero estar
Quiero probar, algo de ti pa' no olvidar
[Cardi B:]
Yo no me sé ni su nombre, pero la quiero
Pasó y dejó su fragancia y hasta me desespero

[Ozuna:]
Rapa pa pai, rapa pa pai (oh, oh)
Y rapa pa pai, rapa pa pai
Así es que la quiero, quiero
Rapa pa pai, rapa pa pai (oh, oh)
Y rapa pa pam, rapa pa pam
Así es que la quiero, quiero

Lick (Remix) lyrics - Cardi B (feat. Offset)

[Cardi B (Offset):]
(Ya dig?)
Yeah
Lookin' like I caught a (Look at me)
Cardi (Look at me)
Cardi (Look at me)
Woah

[Cardi B (Offset):]
Lookin' like I caught a lick (lick, hey!)
Run up on me, you get hit
And all my bitches with the shits (yeah!)
Bronx, New York, gangsta bitch (woo, woo)
Lookin' like I caught a lick (yeah)
Since Day 1, I've been that bitch (hey)
Got some hittas in my clique
Lookin' like I caught a lick (woo, woo, Offset!)
Lookin' like I caught a lick

[Offset:]
They know they can't stop a G
Bitch do not talk to me (yeah)
Diamonds start hittin', she swallow me (yeah)
Play with these racks like Monopoly (racks)
Make her say uh like Master P
Bought the Patek Phillipe, no that bitch wasn't cheap (no)
These niggas is pussy, they is what they eat
Show after show, I've been countin' all week (woo)
Lamborghini, I just ordered up three (skrrt, skrrt)
Lookin' like I hit a lick and fuckin' on a badder bitch
Fuckin' on your daughter, ask me how I get the water wrist
Think he poppin' hard but he really wanna take a pic (flash)
He can't even believe I done got rich
Woke up this mornin', I'm countin' this money
This water drip off me, a fountain or somethin' (water)
These bitches and niggas not 'mountin' to nothin'
I keep countin' this money, I keep countin' this money

[Cardi B:]
Run up, get done up
Got shooters ready for a come up
Promise you I didn't luck up
Was grindin' all night
Didn't sleep 'til the sun up
Now I got up on my shit
Walk around like I'm that bitch
Every nigga wanna hit

[Cardi B (Offset):]
Lookin' like I caught a lick (lick, hey!)
Run up on me, you get hit
And all my bitches with the shits (yeah!)
Bronx, New York, gangsta bitch (woo, woo)
Lookin' like I caught a lick (yeah)
Since Day 1, I've been that bitch (hey)
Got some hittas in my clique
Lookin' like I caught a lick (woo, woo, woo)
Lookin' like I caught a lick

Look at me, look at me
They ain't like me before, now they bookin' me
The glow up got bitches so shook at me
They like, "Shit, Cardi B what you cookin', B?"
I say, "Bitches, got me on some new shit"
I swear niggas got me feelin' ruthless
Too much mo'fuckers done doubted me
That's why I had to just prove it
I remember walkin' in the stores, I couldn't buy nothin'
They look at me stank
Now I just walk in the stores, I like it I cop it
I don't even think
Bank tellers asking for info
'Cause now my deposits on Kimbo
Told that bitch, "Gimme my money
Why the fuck you askin' all this info?"

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

Lookin' like I caught a lick (lick, hey!)
Run up on me, you get hit
And all my bitches with the shits (yeah!)
Bronx, New York, gangsta bitch (woo, woo)
Lookin' like I caught a lick (yeah)
Since Day 1, I've been that bitch (hey)
Got some hittas in my clique
Lookin' like I caught a lick (woo, woo, woo, woo)
Lookin' like I caught a lick

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

Red Barz lyrics - Cardi B

Uh, yeah
Some regular degular, bloody bars

I swear to God, they ain't wanna see me leave the club
Got up on my shit and now they scared to show me love
They'd rather see me on the pole twerkin' it for dubs
I guess I really gotta show them what the fuck is up
I'm on some other shit, that Cardi B gutta shit
Every time I catch a hating bitch, she on her stutter shit
Can't finish her words but on Instagram thuggin' shit
You set yourself up, don't make it seem like I be buggin', bitch
And niggas hatin' on me, really be upset
I don't know, make me wonder what you got between your legs
You a real nigga mad at a bitch for getting bread?
You's a bitch from birth, you just grew a third leg, woo!
Bite down, bite down, it was crunch time
Yeah I skip all of them bitches in the lunch line
I put in work, now I'm here at the front line
Ready for the bullshit, I swear it's on my bloodline
Touch mine, getting slumped, slimed one time
Pump blind, bitches quick, then I dump mine
Pull up with the Gucci clutch, spitting clutch rhymes
Flyer than a big big B with a Blood tie
Don't do much, he get hard when I bust wines
No straws for this juice box, got one time
Last nigga I was with went insane
'Cause my head game over hills like I'm lookin' for the sunshine
I'm a Bronx bitch birthed from the hip-hop
From the block to the tick tock in the Patek watch
Quick drop with the cash, couldn't fit the Ziploc
Grips locked, get your shit popped in my flip flops
Wealthy now, but every dollar, I still want it all
Now he wanna nail me, I could give your man a cure
You gotta mail me, but I don't check my spam at all
Never feel what you're sayin' like I'm usin' Anbesol
Travel all around the states getting nice checks
I was tourin' off a tape, I had a hype set
Is that the reason all these niggas wanna pipe next?
I'm a creep, bitch, see his dick through his Nike Tech
Got 'em all scared, I ain't even strike yet
Wire up jaws when I swing if the mic stretch
I worked hard, took the right steps, had a shot
So I took the shit, now this game gon' need a life vest

Uh
I said, woo!
Huh

Sick 16 lyrics - Cardi B

They out here looking for revenge
All day, all night
See me not once but twice
All looks and no fights
See me doing me got em wondering how a bitch came a took flight
They talk about me all night
God damn they must be tight
They looking for revenge

Yeah, it's not my fault tho
I swear I just do me and bitches be sick, bitches got sore throats
Last year I was on the pole
Now you can catch ya girl on the road
Damn near 15k a show
I think some bitches need to know, yeah
Cause I don't brag much
But shit really be a blow
When I got bitches that's coming for me like we on the same level, that's a no
These bitches is nowhere near my level
Can't even fit em in my schedule
Yeah your girl is overbooked
You really think my attention's gonna catch you
Mixtape been out for 3 weeks
And already charting on Billboards
For really think that shit was free
All I gotta say is "thank you Lord"
This is for the ones that was doubting me
And said I was never gon be shit
All of a sudden they proud of me
And wanna be hopping on my dick
They six, six, six
Yeah, sick, sick, sick, cause they know wassup
I'm usually always humble but right now I really don't give a fuck
Some niggas be hating hard
Why is it because you didn't buck?
Cause you didn't get the time a day?
And I left ya lame ass in the dust
Oh man, oh man
If you hittas pulling straight fam on
They saying I'm the next superstar
Co-signed by Lee Daniels
I'm just tryna play this game clever
I'm just tryna do that shit right
So I hit em with that "Foreva"
Ran down on that bitch twice

They out here looking for revenge
All day, all night
See me not once but twice
All looks and no fights
See me doing me got em wondering how a bitch came a took flight
They talk about me all night
God damn they must be tight
They looking for revenge

Know I don't really brag much, but bitches better stop fucking playing with me like I can't stunt on a bitch
Like, like y'all think, y'all think I'm playing with my pussy all day long or something
You know what, bring that back
Mm

I know some bitches in the Bronx that wanna be me a little
But stop on learning how to suck and fuck and live free a little
And bitch know your worth, don't show it all, let em see a little
And if he ain't bout the money, hit the brakes, but do speed a little
I remember having no money, sleeping at my ex house
My mom couldn't take me at the time, so she had to kick me out
But I'm not mad at her one bit, cause I don't think I would've took this route
I had to go get it on my own
I'm just glad I figured it out
Like I been through a lot
And it wasn't easy to escape
That's why it really bothers me when motherfuckers got something to say
And just to set the record straight
[?] to stop a J
If they ain't SwiftOnDemand, then they ain't help me in no way
I swear they be wanting so much credit
But don't wanna give none when it's due
Slept on ya girl for so long
Now wanna come hopping out the blue
Nah bruh shit don't work like that
Well at least it don't in my book
Cause if you fuck with me hard, and I fuck with you, then there's no other way to look
I'm a hit em again and again
Get so much music, it go to ya friend
Hitting a tour and the shade gon end
Hmm that's why they looking for revenge

Stripper Hoe lyrics - Cardi B

I'm your...

Yo, I'm Cardi B with the wicked flow
Ask them, I keep them niggas on their tippy toes
Nick-nack-paddy-wack, give a dog a bone
Got him runnin' home, fuck him good, get that money flow
Pussy got him goin' places he would never go
Pussy got him cookin', now he wanna clean the stove
Pussy got him fucked up, I think he overdosed
But I ain't Travis Scott, I ain't got no antidote
Antidote, antidote

I think I like that
I think I like that
I think I like that
I think I like that

Yo, some people know me as a stripper hoe
But stripper hoes get the money and blow digits though
A lot of bitches talkin' down on me like I'm a joke
Talk shit, I'll fuck your man, send him back hella broke
I'm laughin', but I really mean it though
I'm on another level like I'm playin' Mario
These bitches can't see me, even with a telescope
Every day I'm shittin' on 'em, I don't flush the toilet bowl
Ew! Cause I be workin' and workin'
All these heads I be turnin', they on my body like surgeons
I think they see my conversion
That's why they be lurkin', but their feelings be hurtin'
Or remember when I wanna dance at certain clubs
And they told me, "No, no, that's a dub"
Now they the same niggas blowin' up my phone
Wantin' me to host, oh word? That's a dub
Bands

I think I like that
(I know, I know they're mad now)
I think I like that
I think I like that
(Hurtin' my feelings)
I think I like that

When I come up in the building I initiate
I'm the reason why the fuckers gotta renovate
I'm eatin' good and they mad they can't get a plate
Never thought we'd be gettin' booked in different states
Before the century they didn't even look this way
Now they wanna eat my ass like a skirt steak
Got 'em sending gifts, it's not even my birthday
You niggas soft and I meant that in the worst way
Oh you bitches suckin' dick just to get a bag
You hustlin'-backwards ass bitch, you're doin' bad
It's pretty sad, you should be getting more than that
Suck a dick so you can pay your rent, couple months with that
I mention flow, keep it on the low, I tell you facts
When a nigga 'bout to cum, just throw it back
It's over, you won, that nigga trapped
And that bank account, girl? Empty that

Um Yea lyrics - Quality Control, Offset & Cardi B

[Offset:]
We havin' a check by the way
Huh, woo woo woo
You feel me? you dig
Shit look easy, know what I mean
Hey

Don't I look like I'm the shit lil nigga?
Look at my motherfuckin' wrist lil nigga
Thought you had hits but you missed lil nigga
Why you keep starin' at my bitch lil nigga?
You little niggas keep gossiping
You should go work for the blogs and them
Don't fuck with the gang, they the opposite
Pop at them niggas, apocalypse
Um, yeah, you cannot stop it
Run up that bag, we gon' go get a profit
Um, yeah, this no Monopoly
But we got colorful money and property
Um, yeah, what's in your pocket?
The pocket rocket, please do not size me
Um, yeah, bored on the private
Boogers look snotty, I'm good on a thotty

Uh, yeah, I'm 'bout to get his ass hit
Yeah, pay that lil dime
Yeah, if you get knocked for that body
Yeah, do that lil time (appeal)
Yeah, half of a brick is a nine plus nine, can't show this on Vine (on the low though)
Yeah, most of you niggas drop dimes on dimes, you can't do the time (you a ho though)
Elliot got me on blind, I'm blind, I can't see my time (shine)
Yeah, if I'm a gangster my bitch is a ganster, she ready to slide (you ready to ride)
Bitch I can't face it, I sip on the Matrix, I'm dead or alive (uhh)
If I go broke I'm not asking nobody, I'm ready to rob (ready to kick)
Slob on my knob, canary diamonds, corn on the cob (yellow, ice)
Fifty K sloppy, all in my pocket, call it a Whopper (fifty ball)
Can't kick it, no soccer, birds in the trap still sing like an opera (brr)
Robinson 44 (uh), bitch take a trip in the chopper
Still ballin' like forty-four, and we still pull up with choppers
Still bustin' off forty-four, you talkin' 'bout guns or the profit (uh)
Yeah, go pick up a bigger road, from Pablo, Rico, and Papi (Rico)
You got them bricks, we gon' kick the door (boo)
I'm in your hood, Robin

Don't I look like I'm the shit lil nigga?
Look at my motherfuckin' wrist lil nigga
Thought you had hits but you missed lil nigga
Why you keep starin' at my bitch lil nigga?
You little niggas keep gossiping
You should go work for the blogs and them
Don't fuck with the gang, they the opposite
Pop at them niggas, apocalypse
Um, yeah, you cannot stop it
Run up that bag, we gon' go get a profit
Um, yeah, this no Monopoly
But we got colorful money and property
Um, yeah, what's in your pocket?
The pocket rocket, please do not size me
Um, yeah, bored on the private
Boogers look snotty, I'm good on a thotty (thotty)

[Cardi B (Offset):]
Bardi, uh
Ain't with the politicking with you, I don't need to vote (nah)
I sell tracks that these toys need for seating roles (pack)
I'm in the spot these whack bitches is competing for (weak, who?)
Matter fact I'm that bitch that's really eating the most (hrrr)
I'm with your nigga 'cause he know just how treat a ho (splurge)
Let's talk money in Spanish 'cause I can speak it in both (díme)
I been ballin' kinda like when Derek Jeter rose (woo)
I'm with the papis with machetes so we L-O (ahh)
Travel with the head of state, you know they keep the pole (baow, baow)
By now lil bitch you can't get P to roll (blah)
He kept the ice on my neck and kept that fever low (woo)

[Offset:]
Don't I look like I'm the shit lil nigga?
Look at my motherfuckin' wrist lil nigga
Thought you had hits but you missed lil nigga
Why you keep starin' at my bitch lil nigga?
You little niggas keep gossiping
You should go work for the blogs and them
Don't fuck with the gang, they the opposite
Pop at them niggas, apocalypse
Um, yeah, you cannot stop it
Run up that bag, we gon' go get a profit
Um, yeah, this no Monopoly
But we got colorful money and property
Um, yeah, what's in your pocket?
The pocket rocket, please do not size me
Um, yeah, bored on the private
Boogers look snotty, I'm good on a thotty (thotty)

Get Up 10 lyrics - Cardi B

They gave a bitch two options: stripping or lose
Used to dance in a club right across from my school
I said "dance" not "fuck", don't get it confused
Had to set the record straight 'cause bitches love to assume
Mama couldn't give it to me, had to get in Sue's
Lord only knows how I got in them shoes
I was covered in dollars, now I'm dripping in jewels
A bitch play with my money? Might as well spit in my food
Bitches hated my guts, now they swear we was cool
Went from making tuna sandwiches to making the news
I started speaking my mind and tripled my views
Real bitch, only thing fake is the boobs

Get money, go hard, you're motherfucking right
Never been no fraud in my motherfucking life
Get money, go hard, damn fucking right
Stunt on these bitches out of motherfucking spite
Ain't no running up on me, went from nothing to glory
I ain't telling ya to do it, I'm just telling my story
I don't hang with these bitches 'cause these bitches be corny
And I got enough bras, ya ain't gotta support me

I went from rag to riches, went from way too lit, nigga
Only person in my fam to see six figures
The pressure on your shoulders feel like boulders
When you gotta make sure that everybody straight
Bitches stab you in your back while they smiling in your face
Talking crazy on your name, trying not to catch a case
I waited my whole life just to shit on niggas
Climb to the top floor so I can spit on niggas
Said "I was just trying to chill and make bangers"
Tell all these old bitches they in danger
The thing on my hip whip bitches in to shape
That's what I call a fucking waist trainer
You gon' run up on who and do what?
I think ya got your story screwed up
I came here to ball, is you nuts?
I don't want your punk-ass man, I'm too tough

I'm the one who's killing shit, hands down
If you got a problem with me, say it now
'Cause I don't wanna hear no sneak dissing
'Specially not from one you weak bitches
I'm on the go like I don't see no stop lights
I'm stepping out every day, prom night
So if it's all love, show me love then
'Cause you hating on a bitch, that's what it sounds like
Beast mode, that's how I give it up, nigga
Hoodie low, that's how I'm pulling up
Just 'cause I been on the road, don't mean I been on the run
And you gon' have to learn to hold your tongue or hold the gun

And we all know you ain't that tight
I smack you and the bitch that you act like
I started getting money, bitches upset
They remind me of my pussy, bitches mad tight
Nails done, hair lit, keep them both laced
Come through shinning with them Rollies bust face
Headshot, headshot, tell 'em closed case
Ain't no bitches feeling like this since 08'
I don't trust no nigga, I don't feel no bitch
Whole life been through some fucked up shit
They say I'm too that, oh, I'm too this
When you seen what I've seen, you end up like this

I walked into the label, "where the check at?"
Cardi B on the charts, you can expect that
Where that bitch that was claiming she a threat?
I'ma put a Louboutin where her neck at
They say I'm too ratchet, they say I act wild
I'm Chyna wit' the porn like a bad ass child
They caught me slippin' once, tell 'em try that now
Cardi B, know it's me, hear that "blap" sound (Blap!)

Man, I said we gon' win
Knock me down nine times, but I get up ten
Look myself in the mirror, I say we gon' win
Knock me down nine times, but I get up ten
Look myself in the mirror, I say we gon' win
Knock me down nine times, but I get up ten
Yeah, but I get up ten
Knock me down nine times, but I get up ten
Bitch

I'ma make a fuck nigga feel me
Said I'ma do a broke bitch filthy
I'ma make a fuck nigga feel me
Said I'ma do a broke bitch filthy

We gon' win
Knock me down nine times, but I get up ten
Yeah
I said we gon' win
Knock me down nine times, but I get up ten
Bitch

What A Girl Likes lyrics - Cardi B

Gimme shmoney, gimme gimme shmoney
Gimme shmoney, gimme gimme shmoney
Yeah, it's what a girl like
Yeah, it's what a girl like
I don't want ya man, I just want this shmoney
I don't want ya man, I just want this shmoney
That's what a girl like
That's what a girl like

Gimme money, all I want is money
I'm Cardi B, all I know is shmoney shmoney
Beat ya bitch, if it's not green then back up off me
Fuck it send em' EBTs, food stamps, this shit not funny
I'm here for money and I'm bout to put in work
Yellow man, nobody move, nobody get hurt
It's just to the paper
Fuck it, man I got a cake up
Niggas spend all this money, you saved up
Throw it all in his face like it's make-up
Yeah nigga, straight up

Gimme shmoney, gimme gimme shmoney
Gimme shmoney, gimme gimme shmoney
Yeah, it's what a girl like
Yeah, it's what a girl like
I don't want ya man, I just want this shmoney
I don't want ya man, I just want this shmoney
That's what a girl like
That's what a girl like

I don't want ya man, hoe, I just want the money
Why don't you understand, hoe, please don't be a dummy
His name not Benjamin, he can't do nothing for me
It's all about a check and plus that nigga ugly
He like my setup, how I dress up, so I guess it's head up
He spend that cheddar, mozzarella, yeah he fuck a check up
I tell him step up, put that bread up, don't you hesitate
I have the goons at your door, like "Hello, what's in the safe?"

Gimme shmoney, gimme gimme shmoney
Gimme shmoney, gimme gimme shmoney
Yeah, it's what a girl like
Yeah, it's what a girl like
I don't want ya man, I just want this shmoney
I don't want ya man, I just want this shmoney
That's what a girl like
That's what a girl like