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

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