[YG:]
4Hunnid!
Mustard on the beat ho
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Fendi bag
Prada bag, Louis bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag
Birkin bag, she in the bag, she drip, she swag
Never mad, she glad, Louis bag, she in the bag
[Cardi B:]
Look, look
Momma needs some mill money (cash)
Prada bag and heel money
See my ex, he still love me (ha)
New nigga 'gon kill for me (yeah)
All my chains got diamonds in it (bling)
My account got commas in it (cash)
Damn daddy, you fine as hell
I hope your wallet got condoms in it
I'm up, she mad, I'm first, she's last (yeah)
Rob who? Take what? Click-clack, ski-mask
I'm a boss in a skirt, I'm a dog, I'm a flirt
Write a verse while I twerk, I wear Off-White at church
Prolly make the preacher sweat, read the Bible, Jesus wept
Bitch say that she gon' try me, how come I haven't seen it yet?
Give it to him so good that his eyes roll back (huh?)
Shorty said it's all hers, why her thighs don't match?
[YG:]
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Fendi bag
Prada bag, Louis bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag
Birkin bag, she in the bag, she drip, she swag
Never mad, she glad, Louis bag, she in the bag
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
[Cardi B:]
Weed blowin', pussy boss, suck his dick through his drawers
Lick the balls just because, lil bitch, I eat balls
I'm a monsta, mouth open wide like opera
Face down, ass up, I got perfect posture (woo)
It's lit like a lamp, lick you like a stamp (yuh)
Beat this pussy up (yuh) I take it like a champ (woo)
Balenciaga momma, I know you heard about her
Spoil me in Prada, I'm worth every dollar (cash)
The one you made, could keep 'em (yeah)
I need Chrissy Teigen
Know a bad bitch when I see one (yeah, woo)
Tell Rih-Rih I need a threesome
I'm his favorite type of chick, boujee, bad, and thick (uh)
I could buy designer, but this Fashion Nova fit
All that ass (woo, woo, woo, woo)
[YG:]
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Fendi bag
Prada bag, Louis bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag
Birkin bag, she in the bag, she drip, she swag
Never mad, she glad, Louis bag, she in the bag
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, in the bag, move slow, hit it fast
She ride me 'til I crash, 400 minutes, I last
She compliment my swag, all you niggas harass
All them bitches wanna be her friend now, she laugh (hey now)
Uh, uh, she buy her man a Bentley coupe
Uh, uh, she got niggas and bitches, too
Uh, uh, she wear off-white to church, ooh
Uh, only Birkin, not Dooney & Burke, woo
Birkin bag, fuck a tag, fuck me, and she fuck me bad
Whispered in her ear, "You got these bitches beat, they runnin' laps"
You know you something special, you figured it out, you from the traps
Step out wearin' that dress, showin' that ass and it's a fuckin' wrap
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Fendi bag
Prada bag, Louis bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag
Birkin bag, she in the bag, she drip, she swag
Never mad, she glad, Louis bag, she in the bag
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
Thru Your Phone lyrics - Cardi B
Look
I just want to break up all your shit
Call your mama phone, let her know that she raised a bitch
Then dial tone, click
And fuck your little fake ass friends
Come around acting like they my bros
I seen y'all little group texts
Where you all like to brag about your hoes
And you can tell your little bitch
I screenshotted all her naked pics
Oh, you wanna send nudes to my man?
Wake up and see your boobs on the 'gram?
Little bitch, I cannot stand you, right hand to Jesus
I might just cut all the tongues out your sneakers
Smash your TV from Best Buy
You gon' turn me into into Left Eye
I don't wanna hear 'bout invasion of privacy
I had a feeling, it turns out you lie to me
I'm holding back everything that's inside of me
How you all fuckin' with bitches that follow me?
My heart is beating like it's bleeding out
(You sleeping, you sleeping, you sleeping)
You sleeping like a baby
Everyone was right about you now, and
(You creeping, you creeping, you creeping)
I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
Saw some things I didn't like
I went through your phone last night
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
All I can see is you and her in different scenarios
Beyoncé on my stereo, resentment on repeat
I'mma make a bowl of cereal with a teaspoon of bleach
Serve it to you like, "Here you go, nigga, bon appétit"
Look did you give it to her raw? You love her or nah?
You risk your whole home for a hoe from the bar?
You really want them hoes? You can have them bitches
You don't even cheat with no bad bitches
This shit is eating me, you sleeping peacefully
Getting more mad at you, thinking 'bout stabbing you
Don't even know that you this close to dying
You gon' wake up like, "Why you got an attitude?"
My heart is beating like it's bleeding out
(You sleeping, you sleeping, you sleeping)
You sleeping like a baby
Everyone was right about you now, and
(You creeping, you creeping, you creeping)
I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
Saw some things I didn't like
I went through your phone last night
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
It's killing me
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
It's killing me
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
It's killing me
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
It's killing me
I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
Saw some things I didn't like
I went through your phone last night
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
I just want to break up all your shit
Call your mama phone, let her know that she raised a bitch
Then dial tone, click
And fuck your little fake ass friends
Come around acting like they my bros
I seen y'all little group texts
Where you all like to brag about your hoes
And you can tell your little bitch
I screenshotted all her naked pics
Oh, you wanna send nudes to my man?
Wake up and see your boobs on the 'gram?
Little bitch, I cannot stand you, right hand to Jesus
I might just cut all the tongues out your sneakers
Smash your TV from Best Buy
You gon' turn me into into Left Eye
I don't wanna hear 'bout invasion of privacy
I had a feeling, it turns out you lie to me
I'm holding back everything that's inside of me
How you all fuckin' with bitches that follow me?
My heart is beating like it's bleeding out
(You sleeping, you sleeping, you sleeping)
You sleeping like a baby
Everyone was right about you now, and
(You creeping, you creeping, you creeping)
I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
Saw some things I didn't like
I went through your phone last night
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
All I can see is you and her in different scenarios
Beyoncé on my stereo, resentment on repeat
I'mma make a bowl of cereal with a teaspoon of bleach
Serve it to you like, "Here you go, nigga, bon appétit"
Look did you give it to her raw? You love her or nah?
You risk your whole home for a hoe from the bar?
You really want them hoes? You can have them bitches
You don't even cheat with no bad bitches
This shit is eating me, you sleeping peacefully
Getting more mad at you, thinking 'bout stabbing you
Don't even know that you this close to dying
You gon' wake up like, "Why you got an attitude?"
My heart is beating like it's bleeding out
(You sleeping, you sleeping, you sleeping)
You sleeping like a baby
Everyone was right about you now, and
(You creeping, you creeping, you creeping)
I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
Saw some things I didn't like
I went through your phone last night
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
It's killing me
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
It's killing me
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
It's killing me
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
It's killing me
I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
Saw some things I didn't like
I went through your phone last night
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
I Do lyrics - Cardi B (feat. SZA)
M-M-M-Murda
[SZA:]
I left a nigga on read 'cause I felt like it
Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket
Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks divine
No wonder, wonder why I do whatever I like
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
[Cardi B:]
I think us bad bitches is a gift from God (gift from God)
I think you broke hoes need to get a job (get a job)
Now I'm a boss, I write my own name on the checks (Cardi)
Pussy so good, I say my own name during sex
I might smack a bitch 'cause I felt like it
Gucci shoes and a belt like it
Said that Cardi is his favorite fragrance
I'm a rich bitch and I smell like it
I'm in a boss bitch mood, ay, these heels are Givenchy, ho
These are some boss bitch shoes
If you ain't no boss bitch, move, ay
For the record, I set records, record sales
I like niggas that been in and outta jail
They said by now that I'll be finished, hard to tell (I can tell)
My little 15 minutes lasting long as hell, huh?
[SZA:]
I left a nigga on read 'cause I felt like it
Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket
Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks divine
No wonder, wonder why I do whatever I like
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
[Cardi B:]
Look, broke hoes do what they can (can)
Good girls do what they told (told)
Bad bitches do what they want (they want)
That's why a bitch is so cold
I'm a gangsta in a dress, I'm a bully in the bed
Only time that I'm a lady's when I lay these hoes to rest
The coupe is roofless, but I get top in it
I'm provocative, it's my prerogative
80K just to know what time is it
Cardi rockin' it, go buy stock in it
Spent what I want, ain't no limit
I say what I want, I ain't never been timid
Only real shit comes out my mouth and only real niggas go in it
Leave his texts on read, leave his balls on blue
Put it on airplane mode so none of those calls come through
Here's a word to my ladies, don't you give these niggas none (give 'em none)
If they can make you richer, they can make you cum
[SZA:]
I left a nigga on read 'cause I felt like it
Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket
Dapper, dapper, I look fine, and my checks divine
No wonder wonder why I do whatever I like
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
[SZA:]
I left a nigga on read 'cause I felt like it
Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket
Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks divine
No wonder, wonder why I do whatever I like
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
[Cardi B:]
I think us bad bitches is a gift from God (gift from God)
I think you broke hoes need to get a job (get a job)
Now I'm a boss, I write my own name on the checks (Cardi)
Pussy so good, I say my own name during sex
I might smack a bitch 'cause I felt like it
Gucci shoes and a belt like it
Said that Cardi is his favorite fragrance
I'm a rich bitch and I smell like it
I'm in a boss bitch mood, ay, these heels are Givenchy, ho
These are some boss bitch shoes
If you ain't no boss bitch, move, ay
For the record, I set records, record sales
I like niggas that been in and outta jail
They said by now that I'll be finished, hard to tell (I can tell)
My little 15 minutes lasting long as hell, huh?
[SZA:]
I left a nigga on read 'cause I felt like it
Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket
Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks divine
No wonder, wonder why I do whatever I like
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
[Cardi B:]
Look, broke hoes do what they can (can)
Good girls do what they told (told)
Bad bitches do what they want (they want)
That's why a bitch is so cold
I'm a gangsta in a dress, I'm a bully in the bed
Only time that I'm a lady's when I lay these hoes to rest
The coupe is roofless, but I get top in it
I'm provocative, it's my prerogative
80K just to know what time is it
Cardi rockin' it, go buy stock in it
Spent what I want, ain't no limit
I say what I want, I ain't never been timid
Only real shit comes out my mouth and only real niggas go in it
Leave his texts on read, leave his balls on blue
Put it on airplane mode so none of those calls come through
Here's a word to my ladies, don't you give these niggas none (give 'em none)
If they can make you richer, they can make you cum
[SZA:]
I left a nigga on read 'cause I felt like it
Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket
Dapper, dapper, I look fine, and my checks divine
No wonder wonder why I do whatever I like
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
mixtape: "GBMV2" (2017)
- Bronx Season lyrics - Cardi B
- Lick lyrics - Cardi B
- Hectic lyrics - Cardi B (feat. DJ Hardwerk)
- Leave That Bitch Alone (Skit) lyrics - Cardi B
- Leave That Bitch Alone lyrics - Cardi B
- Rollin lyrics - Cardi B
- Back It Up lyrics - Cardi B (feat. Konshens and Hoodcelebrityy)
- Never Give Up lyrics - Cardi b (feat. Josh X)
- Pull Up lyrics - Cardi B
- Pop Off lyrics - Cardi B (feat. Casanova)
Lick lyrics - Cardi B
Yeah
Looking like I caught a (Look at me)
Cardi (Look at me)
Cardi (Look at me)
Woah
Looking like I caught a lick
Run up on me you get hit
And all my bitches with the shits
Bronx New York, gangsta bitch
Looking like I caught a lick
Since the run, I've been that bitch
Got some hittas in my clique
Looking like I caught a lick
Looking like I caught a lick
Look at me, look at me
They ain't like me before now they booking me
The glow that bitches so shook at me
They like, "Shit, Cardi B what you cooking bih?"
I say, "Bitches, got me on some new shit"
I swear niggas got me feeling ruthless
Too much mo'fuckers done doubted me
That's why I had to just prove it
I remember walking in the stores, I couldn't buy nothing
They look at me staring
Now I just walk in the stores, I like it I cop it
I don't even think
Bank tellers asking for info
Cause now my deposits on Kimbo
Told that bitch, "Gimme my money!
Why the fuck you asking all this info?"
Run up get done up
Got shooters ready for a come up
Promise you I didn't luck up
Was grinding all night
Didn't sleep till the sun up
Now I got up on my shit
Walk around like I'm that bitch
Every nigga wanna hit
Looking like I caught a lick
Run up on me you get hit
And all my bitches with the shits
Bronx New York, gangsta bitch
Looking like I caught a lick
Since the run, I've been that bitch
Got some hittas in my clique
Looking like I caught a lick
Looking like I caught a lick
See me in my 'bach
Now they all surprised
Now they call my phone
I just press decline
Not even six seconds
I don't give 'em Vine
Tell 'em, "Fall back"
All must recline
Bitches mad as fuck
But I don't give a fuck
Niggas can't believe it
Better soak it up
Looking like I caught a lick, bitch
Your nigga got me on his wishlist
Thought I was making no move?
Thought I was gon' be living in Sues?
Thought I was making no money?
You fucking thought I was gon' lose
Everything now that I swear I got pay
Been 'bout my money, that ain't gon' change
Bitch you gon' drown tryna ride on my wave
Corny ass bitches, I just can't relate
Run up get done up
Got shooters ready for a come up
Promise you I didn't luck up
Was grinding all night
Didn't sleep till the sun up
Now I got up on my shit
Walk around like I'm that bitch
Every nigga wanna hit
Looking like I caught a lick
Run up on me you get hit
And all my bitches with the shits
Bronx New York, gangsta bitch
Looking like I caught a lick
Since the run, I've been that bitch
Got some hittas in my clique
Looking like I caught a lick
Looking like I caught a lick
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Looking like I caught a (Look at me)
Cardi (Look at me)
Cardi (Look at me)
Woah
Looking like I caught a lick
Run up on me you get hit
And all my bitches with the shits
Bronx New York, gangsta bitch
Looking like I caught a lick
Since the run, I've been that bitch
Got some hittas in my clique
Looking like I caught a lick
Looking like I caught a lick
Look at me, look at me
They ain't like me before now they booking me
The glow that bitches so shook at me
They like, "Shit, Cardi B what you cooking bih?"
I say, "Bitches, got me on some new shit"
I swear niggas got me feeling ruthless
Too much mo'fuckers done doubted me
That's why I had to just prove it
I remember walking in the stores, I couldn't buy nothing
They look at me staring
Now I just walk in the stores, I like it I cop it
I don't even think
Bank tellers asking for info
Cause now my deposits on Kimbo
Told that bitch, "Gimme my money!
Why the fuck you asking all this info?"
Run up get done up
Got shooters ready for a come up
Promise you I didn't luck up
Was grinding all night
Didn't sleep till the sun up
Now I got up on my shit
Walk around like I'm that bitch
Every nigga wanna hit
Looking like I caught a lick
Run up on me you get hit
And all my bitches with the shits
Bronx New York, gangsta bitch
Looking like I caught a lick
Since the run, I've been that bitch
Got some hittas in my clique
Looking like I caught a lick
Looking like I caught a lick
See me in my 'bach
Now they all surprised
Now they call my phone
I just press decline
Not even six seconds
I don't give 'em Vine
Tell 'em, "Fall back"
All must recline
Bitches mad as fuck
But I don't give a fuck
Niggas can't believe it
Better soak it up
Looking like I caught a lick, bitch
Your nigga got me on his wishlist
Thought I was making no move?
Thought I was gon' be living in Sues?
Thought I was making no money?
You fucking thought I was gon' lose
Everything now that I swear I got pay
Been 'bout my money, that ain't gon' change
Bitch you gon' drown tryna ride on my wave
Corny ass bitches, I just can't relate
Run up get done up
Got shooters ready for a come up
Promise you I didn't luck up
Was grinding all night
Didn't sleep till the sun up
Now I got up on my shit
Walk around like I'm that bitch
Every nigga wanna hit
Looking like I caught a lick
Run up on me you get hit
And all my bitches with the shits
Bronx New York, gangsta bitch
Looking like I caught a lick
Since the run, I've been that bitch
Got some hittas in my clique
Looking like I caught a lick
Looking like I caught a lick
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Bronx Season lyrics - Cardi B
Oh, how you doing?
I'm alright
[Laughs]
Now how much times do I gotta prove these niggas wrong?
And how much times I gotta show these bitches I ain't soft?
How many shows I gotta sell out 'fore you get the cost?
Why they really tryna front like I ain't hit the charts?
All these labels, throwing deals from left to right
But I ain't giving in until they get them numbers right
All these people think that this shit happen overnight
All that flexin' they be doing
Shit is all a hype
No tolerance for a hating bitch
Talking shit
Only time I hold my tongue is when I'm sucking dick
So when I see you in the streets, yeah, it's fucking lit
And don't be talking all that sorry shit
Don't flip the script
I see the lights
I hear the hype
I hit the mic
I kill the show
I get my dough
I catch a flight
I see a hater
I'm running down
It's on sight
I throw my hands
I hit em' left
I hit em' right
They sleeping on me just because I used to strip
But it's all good cause now they wanna get up in my VIP
Blowing up my phone
Saying everything I touch is lit
Acting cool and wanna fuck me
Like they wasn't talking shit
I let em' live
Let the shady motherfuckers live
Get them the price then it's time to show em' what it is
Don't got the bat?
Well then what you really tryna pitch?
Don't waste my time
I ain't never been no average bitch
Not to mention
I did my tour and that shit was winning
Independent, the headline
Award of feeling
I thank the Lord for all the blessings that he is given
I love the fans
They fill me up with their ammunition
I don't really talk shit but now I gotta off this
I don't know why bitches think we work in the same office
Corny bitches tryna keep up?
Look exhausted
Wave the white flag
Girl, you might as well just forfeit
My ex told me I was never gon' be shit
Lookie, lookie now
Lookie now
Nigga I'm that bitch
What you thought?
Yeah, you really lost
Now you kinda sick
But I ain't never need a nigga
I was always on my shit
I used to stare at magazines
On the train
Looking at these models
Like "I gotta be this one day"
Fuck around
Got myself a name
Now I'm getting paid
Left the corny bitches in the grave
Now they throwing shade
I'm alright
[Laughs]
Now how much times do I gotta prove these niggas wrong?
And how much times I gotta show these bitches I ain't soft?
How many shows I gotta sell out 'fore you get the cost?
Why they really tryna front like I ain't hit the charts?
All these labels, throwing deals from left to right
But I ain't giving in until they get them numbers right
All these people think that this shit happen overnight
All that flexin' they be doing
Shit is all a hype
No tolerance for a hating bitch
Talking shit
Only time I hold my tongue is when I'm sucking dick
So when I see you in the streets, yeah, it's fucking lit
And don't be talking all that sorry shit
Don't flip the script
I see the lights
I hear the hype
I hit the mic
I kill the show
I get my dough
I catch a flight
I see a hater
I'm running down
It's on sight
I throw my hands
I hit em' left
I hit em' right
They sleeping on me just because I used to strip
But it's all good cause now they wanna get up in my VIP
Blowing up my phone
Saying everything I touch is lit
Acting cool and wanna fuck me
Like they wasn't talking shit
I let em' live
Let the shady motherfuckers live
Get them the price then it's time to show em' what it is
Don't got the bat?
Well then what you really tryna pitch?
Don't waste my time
I ain't never been no average bitch
Not to mention
I did my tour and that shit was winning
Independent, the headline
Award of feeling
I thank the Lord for all the blessings that he is given
I love the fans
They fill me up with their ammunition
I don't really talk shit but now I gotta off this
I don't know why bitches think we work in the same office
Corny bitches tryna keep up?
Look exhausted
Wave the white flag
Girl, you might as well just forfeit
My ex told me I was never gon' be shit
Lookie, lookie now
Lookie now
Nigga I'm that bitch
What you thought?
Yeah, you really lost
Now you kinda sick
But I ain't never need a nigga
I was always on my shit
I used to stare at magazines
On the train
Looking at these models
Like "I gotta be this one day"
Fuck around
Got myself a name
Now I'm getting paid
Left the corny bitches in the grave
Now they throwing shade
Hectic lyrics - Cardi B (feat. DJ Hardwerk)
Ayo, step up in the spot, they know who I be
Couple bottles pop in the VIP
Dancing all up on the couch, shaking my ass
Probably leave with ya man, grand larceny
Bitch, pardon me
You don't wanna start with me
I be out here getting cash, you be in the thottery
I be in the trap, chasing chips like the lottery
You ain't bout that life
You don't be like Cardi B
All my getting-shmoney hoes, put ya hands up
Yeah, you cute but you gon have to pull ya pants up
I see you over there checking out my thick thighs
So I gotta smart mouth and what?
I go litty for my city, NYC
Take the whole nut, ain't worried bout no Plan B
Yeah, I'm nasty
Lick my lips, blow a kiss and walk off with a hunnid thou on my wrist
Swish, I ain't with the politics
"A hoe never gets cold", you know what the motto is
Unless it's forgets diamond cuts, gold bottles, bitch
Sitting in that 64, bitch, feeling hella lit
Hectic, hectic
When I pull up it gets hectic, hectic
Don't worry bout what's on my left wrist, it cost a check, bitch
If I'm in the spot, I'm slaying shit, I'm in the best fit
Hectic, hectic
When I pull up it gets hectic, hectic
Don't worry bout what's on my left wrist, it cost a check, bitch
If I'm in the spot, I'm slaying shit, I'm in the best fit
NY, do or die, yeah I got this
KSR, chill y'all, yeah I got this
40 those, 2 seater in the cockpit
And I'm a freak so you know that bitch topless
You a hot mess, that's a fact tho
Understood the life, bitch, you know how that go
A lot of thots out here crowding up my cash flow
But I'm a queen just tryna build a castle
You a fiend, you all up in my asshole
I cause a scene and give you what you ask for
Hair did, manicure, so ready
Check
Attitude have to be so petty, yep
I made it this year, I made it to here, I swear
My vision is clear, y'all bitches be weird, I'm here
Showstopper, Ms. Life of the party, yeah
Top shotter, no filter, Young Cardi
Yeah
Hectic, hectic
When I pull up it gets hectic, hectic
Don't worry bout what's on my left wrist, it cost a check, bitch
If I'm in the spot, I'm slaying shit, I'm in the best fit
Hectic, hectic
When I pull up it gets hectic, hectic
Don't worry bout what's on my left wrist, it cost a check, bitch
If I'm in the spot, I'm slaying shit, I'm in the best fit
Couple bottles pop in the VIP
Dancing all up on the couch, shaking my ass
Probably leave with ya man, grand larceny
Bitch, pardon me
You don't wanna start with me
I be out here getting cash, you be in the thottery
I be in the trap, chasing chips like the lottery
You ain't bout that life
You don't be like Cardi B
All my getting-shmoney hoes, put ya hands up
Yeah, you cute but you gon have to pull ya pants up
I see you over there checking out my thick thighs
So I gotta smart mouth and what?
I go litty for my city, NYC
Take the whole nut, ain't worried bout no Plan B
Yeah, I'm nasty
Lick my lips, blow a kiss and walk off with a hunnid thou on my wrist
Swish, I ain't with the politics
"A hoe never gets cold", you know what the motto is
Unless it's forgets diamond cuts, gold bottles, bitch
Sitting in that 64, bitch, feeling hella lit
Hectic, hectic
When I pull up it gets hectic, hectic
Don't worry bout what's on my left wrist, it cost a check, bitch
If I'm in the spot, I'm slaying shit, I'm in the best fit
Hectic, hectic
When I pull up it gets hectic, hectic
Don't worry bout what's on my left wrist, it cost a check, bitch
If I'm in the spot, I'm slaying shit, I'm in the best fit
NY, do or die, yeah I got this
KSR, chill y'all, yeah I got this
40 those, 2 seater in the cockpit
And I'm a freak so you know that bitch topless
You a hot mess, that's a fact tho
Understood the life, bitch, you know how that go
A lot of thots out here crowding up my cash flow
But I'm a queen just tryna build a castle
You a fiend, you all up in my asshole
I cause a scene and give you what you ask for
Hair did, manicure, so ready
Check
Attitude have to be so petty, yep
I made it this year, I made it to here, I swear
My vision is clear, y'all bitches be weird, I'm here
Showstopper, Ms. Life of the party, yeah
Top shotter, no filter, Young Cardi
Yeah
Hectic, hectic
When I pull up it gets hectic, hectic
Don't worry bout what's on my left wrist, it cost a check, bitch
If I'm in the spot, I'm slaying shit, I'm in the best fit
Hectic, hectic
When I pull up it gets hectic, hectic
Don't worry bout what's on my left wrist, it cost a check, bitch
If I'm in the spot, I'm slaying shit, I'm in the best fit
Leave That Bitch Alone (Skit) lyrics - Cardi B
[Just Vlad:] Yo what's good, what you doing, you goin' through my phone? Nah you violatin', wassup?
[Cardi B:] Oh so you buyin' bitches Birkin's now?
[Just Vlad:] Nah she got that at Fordham
[Cardi B:] So you taking bitches to Outback? You know I like that motherfucking rib eye steak out there. Why the fuck would you take that bitch to my motherfucking favourite restaurant?
[Just Vlad:] It was on a TV commercial, I ain't spend no real money
[Cardi B:] So you fucking with this bitch huh? This bitch think that she could take my man from me
[Just Vlad:] No, no this is a girl from bible study
[Cardi B:] You got bitches feeling confident huh?
[Just Vlad:] Come on baby, wild, she bugging. Ain't nothing like that baby
[Cardi B:] Oh she bugging? Now you gonna see me fucking go bugging
[Just Vlad:] You wildin', chill out, come on baby chill out, chill out come on chill out
[Cardi B:] I got your wildin' right now, I got your wildin' right now give me a second
[Just Vlad:] Come on, what you still scrollin' for? Ain't nothin' in there, come on. What you lookin' for?
[Cardi B:] Oh, so you took this bitch to your mother's house?
[Just Vlad:] Nah come on baby
[Cardi B:] You took her to your mother's house?
[Just Vlad:] She from bible study I told you
[Cardi B:] You know what? I'm a give you bible study, I'm a send you straight to motherfucking God!
[Just Vlad:] Yo chill out baby come on, relax. What you lookin' for?
[Cardi B:] I'm a send this nigga right to God, right now. Where the fuck I put this piece at?
[Just Vlad:] What you looking for?
[Cardi B:] I'm a show this nigga. I'm not the one to be fucking with
[Just Vlad:] What you looking for? Chill out baby. Just calm down
[Cardi B:] Where is it? I can't find it. Ha, Cardi
[Just Vlad:] The fuck?! Where you get that shit?!
[Cardi B:] Oh so you buyin' bitches Birkin's now?
[Just Vlad:] Nah she got that at Fordham
[Cardi B:] So you taking bitches to Outback? You know I like that motherfucking rib eye steak out there. Why the fuck would you take that bitch to my motherfucking favourite restaurant?
[Just Vlad:] It was on a TV commercial, I ain't spend no real money
[Cardi B:] So you fucking with this bitch huh? This bitch think that she could take my man from me
[Just Vlad:] No, no this is a girl from bible study
[Cardi B:] You got bitches feeling confident huh?
[Just Vlad:] Come on baby, wild, she bugging. Ain't nothing like that baby
[Cardi B:] Oh she bugging? Now you gonna see me fucking go bugging
[Just Vlad:] You wildin', chill out, come on baby chill out, chill out come on chill out
[Cardi B:] I got your wildin' right now, I got your wildin' right now give me a second
[Just Vlad:] Come on, what you still scrollin' for? Ain't nothin' in there, come on. What you lookin' for?
[Cardi B:] Oh, so you took this bitch to your mother's house?
[Just Vlad:] Nah come on baby
[Cardi B:] You took her to your mother's house?
[Just Vlad:] She from bible study I told you
[Cardi B:] You know what? I'm a give you bible study, I'm a send you straight to motherfucking God!
[Just Vlad:] Yo chill out baby come on, relax. What you lookin' for?
[Cardi B:] I'm a send this nigga right to God, right now. Where the fuck I put this piece at?
[Just Vlad:] What you looking for?
[Cardi B:] I'm a show this nigga. I'm not the one to be fucking with
[Just Vlad:] What you looking for? Chill out baby. Just calm down
[Cardi B:] Where is it? I can't find it. Ha, Cardi
[Just Vlad:] The fuck?! Where you get that shit?!
Leave That Bitch Alone lyrics - Cardi B
Leave that bitch alone
Leave that bitch alone
You knew that I was crazy
Why the fuck you took her home?
Now I'm going through ya phone seeing all these hoes
You knew that I don't like her
What type of crazy shit you on?
You want me to come to your crib and get comfortable
What if I wanna move in and shit?
I will blow up on some Levy shit
Don't let me catch a bitch
You wanna chance that shit?
You should just dead it
I swear to God you gon regret it
Watch when I start off to you
Why the fuck you take so long to answer my message?
The fuck you gon tell me?
You with the homies?
Boy, don't think you can curve me for some other puss cause it can get ugly
Boy, I be on some other shit
You get it, you know wassup
Cause if I ever find out bout that bitch, word you gon get that bitch cut
I'm not the one
I don't know why would you try it
Trust me, my nigga, I swear I will beat all of them judges
I swear I'm a lion
Pussy was good
Pussy was perfect
But watch when I pop all ya tags and key up ya whip
I hope it was worth it
Leave that bitch alone
Leave that bitch alone
You knew that I was crazy
Why the fuck you took her home?
Now I'm going through ya phone seeing all these hoes
You knew that I don't like her
What type of crazy shit you on?
What if I tell you I wanna be wifey?
What you gon tell me, I might be?
Then I'm a want ya password to ya Twitter, ya Facebook, and even ya IG
Boy, it's a wrap
Cause I got the Glock
And I will blow all them bitches that's all in ya DMs just don't call me back, nigga
Please don't be dumb
My hair always in a bun
You know what that means, I'll be ready for war and remember I got a gun
I be on some other shit
Just letting you know from now
So when that time come around and I don't catch you like him
Move outta town
I'm telling you I don't be with all that crying
If I get her or you fuck with motions, I'm gonna light ya girl on fire
Pussy was good
Pussy was perfect
But if I ever pop up on you fucking that bitch, you gon need a surgeon
Leave that bitch alone
Leave that bitch alone
You knew that I was crazy
Why the fuck you took her home?
Now I'm going through ya phone seeing all these hoes
You knew that I don't like her
What type of crazy shit you on?
Leave that bitch alone
You knew that I was crazy
Why the fuck you took her home?
Now I'm going through ya phone seeing all these hoes
You knew that I don't like her
What type of crazy shit you on?
You want me to come to your crib and get comfortable
What if I wanna move in and shit?
I will blow up on some Levy shit
Don't let me catch a bitch
You wanna chance that shit?
You should just dead it
I swear to God you gon regret it
Watch when I start off to you
Why the fuck you take so long to answer my message?
The fuck you gon tell me?
You with the homies?
Boy, don't think you can curve me for some other puss cause it can get ugly
Boy, I be on some other shit
You get it, you know wassup
Cause if I ever find out bout that bitch, word you gon get that bitch cut
I'm not the one
I don't know why would you try it
Trust me, my nigga, I swear I will beat all of them judges
I swear I'm a lion
Pussy was good
Pussy was perfect
But watch when I pop all ya tags and key up ya whip
I hope it was worth it
Leave that bitch alone
Leave that bitch alone
You knew that I was crazy
Why the fuck you took her home?
Now I'm going through ya phone seeing all these hoes
You knew that I don't like her
What type of crazy shit you on?
What if I tell you I wanna be wifey?
What you gon tell me, I might be?
Then I'm a want ya password to ya Twitter, ya Facebook, and even ya IG
Boy, it's a wrap
Cause I got the Glock
And I will blow all them bitches that's all in ya DMs just don't call me back, nigga
Please don't be dumb
My hair always in a bun
You know what that means, I'll be ready for war and remember I got a gun
I be on some other shit
Just letting you know from now
So when that time come around and I don't catch you like him
Move outta town
I'm telling you I don't be with all that crying
If I get her or you fuck with motions, I'm gonna light ya girl on fire
Pussy was good
Pussy was perfect
But if I ever pop up on you fucking that bitch, you gon need a surgeon
Leave that bitch alone
Leave that bitch alone
You knew that I was crazy
Why the fuck you took her home?
Now I'm going through ya phone seeing all these hoes
You knew that I don't like her
What type of crazy shit you on?
Rollin lyrics - Cardi B
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin
All my bitches rollin, rollin, rollin
All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)
Them commas coming (commas coming quick)
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin (all my bitches rollin)
Rollin, rollin (rollin rollin rollin)
All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)
Them commas coming quick (Them commas coming quick)
Look
Show you bitches how to do this shit
Stand back while I demonstrate
Pussy worth like a million dollars
I think your nigga got expensive taste
I'm not a bum bitch, I'm a boss bitch
You sideline I'm centre stage
I don't even get involved with it if it don't make me cum or it don't get me paid
If it's not the money then it's "goofy, gone"
Steal your man with my [?] on
Whole team full of bad bitches and that Louboutin our uniform
24 karat my grills, I do what I want, bitch fuck how you feel
Fuck a whole check up all on my nails
I pull up in foreign and cut in my wheel, bye bitch
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin
All my bitches rollin, rollin, rollin
All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)
Them commas coming quick (commas coming quick)
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin (all my bitches rollin)
Rollin, rollin (rollin rollin rollin)
All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)
Them commas coming quick (them commas coming quick)
Look
I'm not a rider chick I'm a driver chick
I could come get you instead
I hope all of your homies got money, nigga
Cause all of my bitches got bread
Look, got a home girl out the west coast
Swear to God I love that bitch
Ask about us, any club, they gonna tell you we run that shit
I'm like the strip club Mariah Carey
Dominican, Halle Berry
Hair be laid, bills be paid
Still put bread on my nigga commissary
If I want something, it's "whatever, cop it"
Balenciaga, tell em check the closet
Heard you fucking for that extra change
That's why that pussy got that extra mileage
I be rollin
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin
All my bitches rollin, rollin, rollin
All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)
Them commas coming quick (commas coming quick)
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin (all my bitches rollin)
Rollin, rollin (rollin rollin rollin)
All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin (all my bitches rollin)
Rollin, rollin (rollin rollin rollin)
All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)
All my bitches rollin, rollin, rollin
All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)
Them commas coming (commas coming quick)
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin (all my bitches rollin)
Rollin, rollin (rollin rollin rollin)
All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)
Them commas coming quick (Them commas coming quick)
Look
Show you bitches how to do this shit
Stand back while I demonstrate
Pussy worth like a million dollars
I think your nigga got expensive taste
I'm not a bum bitch, I'm a boss bitch
You sideline I'm centre stage
I don't even get involved with it if it don't make me cum or it don't get me paid
If it's not the money then it's "goofy, gone"
Steal your man with my [?] on
Whole team full of bad bitches and that Louboutin our uniform
24 karat my grills, I do what I want, bitch fuck how you feel
Fuck a whole check up all on my nails
I pull up in foreign and cut in my wheel, bye bitch
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin
All my bitches rollin, rollin, rollin
All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)
Them commas coming quick (commas coming quick)
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin (all my bitches rollin)
Rollin, rollin (rollin rollin rollin)
All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)
Them commas coming quick (them commas coming quick)
Look
I'm not a rider chick I'm a driver chick
I could come get you instead
I hope all of your homies got money, nigga
Cause all of my bitches got bread
Look, got a home girl out the west coast
Swear to God I love that bitch
Ask about us, any club, they gonna tell you we run that shit
I'm like the strip club Mariah Carey
Dominican, Halle Berry
Hair be laid, bills be paid
Still put bread on my nigga commissary
If I want something, it's "whatever, cop it"
Balenciaga, tell em check the closet
Heard you fucking for that extra change
That's why that pussy got that extra mileage
I be rollin
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin
All my bitches rollin, rollin, rollin
All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)
Them commas coming quick (commas coming quick)
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin (all my bitches rollin)
Rollin, rollin (rollin rollin rollin)
All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin (all my bitches rollin)
Rollin, rollin (rollin rollin rollin)
All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)
Back It Up lyrics - Cardi B (feat. Konshens and Hoodcelebrityy)
[Cardi B:]
Yeah
Cardi
B
Hoodcelebrityy
[Konshens:]
Hey gal, beg you listen to my offa
Yuh body, me ah beg a likkle wine offa
This a nuh sumn for your smile offa
Me guarantee it ah go bun yuh like lava
Back it up for me
Back it up for me
Girl
Back it up for me
Back it up for me
[Cardi B:]
Back it up, I'm sitting while me back it up
So me jack it up, sidung pon di cocky suh
Em wah em cocky suck
So me take me tongue and plap it up
Suck till cocky bruk, em seh gal how you suh sloppy suh
Bwoy you a deal wid di realest
And when me a cum you gon' feel it
Give you the best fuckin' of yuh life
The way me back it up me swear you naa go leave tonight
Hey boy watch how me a go put pah yuh
The way me deal wid it dem call me comey master
Dah pussy tight so yuh come faster
And when me done wid you, you a go need wata
[Konshens:]
Back it up for me
Back it up for me
Girl
Back it up for me
Back it up for me
Gal, mek it clap fi di Don
Back it up pon me, me have di cash inna hand
Pussy ah buss out ah di damn piece ah thong
So me love when gal grab the mic, sing ah song
That's right... Yuh titty dem ah buss out ah yuh dress like
The strippers dem a wah yuh dress like
Dem gal deh me love, dem have the best vibe
Me wuda fuck yuh till death and fuck yuh Inna the next life
Hey gal, beg you listen to my offa
Yuh body, me ah beg a likkle wine offa
This a nuh sumn for your smile offa
Me guarantee it ah go bun yuh like lava
Back it up for me
Back it up for me
Girl
Back it up for me
Back it up for me
[Hoodcelebrityy:]
Yuh say yuh love it how me back it up
Pussy fat, print out, me nuh affi pack it up
Position, look round ah back, how you ah mash it up
Pussy nice and firm, it get the cocky tough
Wooii, yuh say me bad, yuh need a wine afta
And the pussy yah sumn you'd ah die afta
Give it to you one time, you wuda cry afta
But me nuh waa nuh watch man weh come fi spy afta
Wooii
[Konshens:]
Hey gal, beg you listen to my offa
Yuh body, me ah beg a likkle wine offa
This a nuh sumn for your smile offa
Me guarantee it ah go bun yuh like lava
Back it up for me
Back it up for me
Girl
Back it up for me
Back it up for me
Yeah
Cardi
B
Hoodcelebrityy
[Konshens:]
Hey gal, beg you listen to my offa
Yuh body, me ah beg a likkle wine offa
This a nuh sumn for your smile offa
Me guarantee it ah go bun yuh like lava
Back it up for me
Back it up for me
Girl
Back it up for me
Back it up for me
[Cardi B:]
Back it up, I'm sitting while me back it up
So me jack it up, sidung pon di cocky suh
Em wah em cocky suck
So me take me tongue and plap it up
Suck till cocky bruk, em seh gal how you suh sloppy suh
Bwoy you a deal wid di realest
And when me a cum you gon' feel it
Give you the best fuckin' of yuh life
The way me back it up me swear you naa go leave tonight
Hey boy watch how me a go put pah yuh
The way me deal wid it dem call me comey master
Dah pussy tight so yuh come faster
And when me done wid you, you a go need wata
[Konshens:]
Back it up for me
Back it up for me
Girl
Back it up for me
Back it up for me
Gal, mek it clap fi di Don
Back it up pon me, me have di cash inna hand
Pussy ah buss out ah di damn piece ah thong
So me love when gal grab the mic, sing ah song
That's right... Yuh titty dem ah buss out ah yuh dress like
The strippers dem a wah yuh dress like
Dem gal deh me love, dem have the best vibe
Me wuda fuck yuh till death and fuck yuh Inna the next life
Hey gal, beg you listen to my offa
Yuh body, me ah beg a likkle wine offa
This a nuh sumn for your smile offa
Me guarantee it ah go bun yuh like lava
Back it up for me
Back it up for me
Girl
Back it up for me
Back it up for me
[Hoodcelebrityy:]
Yuh say yuh love it how me back it up
Pussy fat, print out, me nuh affi pack it up
Position, look round ah back, how you ah mash it up
Pussy nice and firm, it get the cocky tough
Wooii, yuh say me bad, yuh need a wine afta
And the pussy yah sumn you'd ah die afta
Give it to you one time, you wuda cry afta
But me nuh waa nuh watch man weh come fi spy afta
Wooii
[Konshens:]
Hey gal, beg you listen to my offa
Yuh body, me ah beg a likkle wine offa
This a nuh sumn for your smile offa
Me guarantee it ah go bun yuh like lava
Back it up for me
Back it up for me
Girl
Back it up for me
Back it up for me
Never Give Up lyrics - Cardi b (feat. Josh X)
[Cardi B:]
Cardi
Josh X
I see the pain in your eyes
And truth is only the strong survive
And you still here, so from here you only gon' rise
Spread them wings so they can tell you how far you gonna fly
You don't gotta pop them pills
I know just how you feel
I know there's a lot of fake love
But there's love that's actually real
But that can't stop you now
You're already on the battle field
Took everything that came your way
Almost at the top of the hill
Fly baby fly
[Josh X:]
Never Give up
We're almost at the top of the hill now
It took a long time to heal now
And you know that I know, and you know, and they know
That we'll never give up
We're almost at the top of the hill now
It took a long time to heal now
And you know that I know, and you know, and they know
That I will never give up
[Cardi B:]
Don't be so quick to just give in
If you give up now how you gon' win
I know them stressful nights made you and the pills best friends
I know it feels good, but this shit just got to end
I'm counting on you boo
Put this peer pressure on you
If I overcame that shit
I know you can make it too
I don't want to see you lose
There's other ways to heal that bruise
I know you can make it to see what's at the end of the solution
[Josh X:]
Never Give up
We're almost at the top of the hill now
It took a long time to heal now
And you know that I know, and you know, and they know
That we'll never give up
We're almost at the top of the hill now
It took a long time to heal now
And you know that I know, and you know, and they know
That I will never give up
[Cardi B:]
Don't jump now
I come for you
I'm here for you
[Josh X:]
Never Give up
We're almost at the top of the hill now
It took a long time to heal now
And you know that I know, and you know, and they know
That we'll never give up
We're almost at the top of the hill now
It took a long time to heal now
And you know that I know, and you know, and they know
That I will never give up
[Cardi B:]
I love you
Cardi
Josh X
I see the pain in your eyes
And truth is only the strong survive
And you still here, so from here you only gon' rise
Spread them wings so they can tell you how far you gonna fly
You don't gotta pop them pills
I know just how you feel
I know there's a lot of fake love
But there's love that's actually real
But that can't stop you now
You're already on the battle field
Took everything that came your way
Almost at the top of the hill
Fly baby fly
[Josh X:]
Never Give up
We're almost at the top of the hill now
It took a long time to heal now
And you know that I know, and you know, and they know
That we'll never give up
We're almost at the top of the hill now
It took a long time to heal now
And you know that I know, and you know, and they know
That I will never give up
[Cardi B:]
Don't be so quick to just give in
If you give up now how you gon' win
I know them stressful nights made you and the pills best friends
I know it feels good, but this shit just got to end
I'm counting on you boo
Put this peer pressure on you
If I overcame that shit
I know you can make it too
I don't want to see you lose
There's other ways to heal that bruise
I know you can make it to see what's at the end of the solution
[Josh X:]
Never Give up
We're almost at the top of the hill now
It took a long time to heal now
And you know that I know, and you know, and they know
That we'll never give up
We're almost at the top of the hill now
It took a long time to heal now
And you know that I know, and you know, and they know
That I will never give up
[Cardi B:]
Don't jump now
I come for you
I'm here for you
[Josh X:]
Never Give up
We're almost at the top of the hill now
It took a long time to heal now
And you know that I know, and you know, and they know
That we'll never give up
We're almost at the top of the hill now
It took a long time to heal now
And you know that I know, and you know, and they know
That I will never give up
[Cardi B:]
I love you
Pull Up lyrics - Cardi B
Hella thick you better pull up on me
I hope you feel the same when you see my face you better pull up on me
Ain't no baking day I'm prepared to shake you better pull up on me
Now you wanna be my friend, no you ain't safe, you better pull up homie
Pull up
Pull up pull up pull up one me
Pull up
Pull up pull up pull up one me
I heard you talkin' cray I know you hella fake
You better pull up on me
I hope you feel the same when you see my face
No, I don't think they know
They don't know how this go
They think I'm broke
What a fucking joke
When I walk in the door I gets my dough
Then a bitch get low
I used to kill them poles now I kill them shows
They're all like "my bro?" Well fuck ya hoes
Yeah, cause all my bitches they be gettin' with me
If I put a fifty they gon' put a fifty
Every night, ask whose rendezvous [?]
I had to go get it on some real shit
If you a real bitch you gon' feel this
Every single nigga that came my way
I finesse and juug on some ill shit
So much people think they know my pussy
But no-one can say they fucked
Please show me hoe facts
Name-drop, round 'em up
That bum bitch like to run her mouth
I swear to God I'm a lay her out
When I catch you on the side of town
My Guiseppe heals gonna stomp you out
I'm tired of playin', I'm tired of playin'
I'm gon' give you hell, you gon' think I'm Satan
I see you mad cause I'm bout to have this whole shit on lock
Incarceration
One gave you wrong information
You try to play me, that's confirmation
It's all good cause when you see my face shit don't come out like it's constipation
You stunk bitch
I know it sucks bitch
Yeah
Pull up bitch
Yeah
Like what's up bitch
Yeah
Pull up on me
I heard you talkin' cray I know you hella fake
You better pull up on me
I hope you feel the same when you see my face
You better pull up on me
Ain't no baking day I'm prepared to shake you better pull up on me
I know you wanna be my friend, no you ain't safe
You better pull up homie
Let's go
I mean come on now who you trying to flex for
Why you acting like I won't leave you down in the ground but you knew what it was from the get-go
That Cardi on some new shit
Get that money then I go flip
Some people think I'm just a dumb bitch
If that was true I wouldn't have shit
Yeah
Bronx bitch till the day I die
I did my dirt and I ain't gotta lie
You can talk crazy on IG
But when I run up let them hands fly
I don't fuck around with no fucking clowns
Any niggas with me they fucking hounds
Any bitches with me they fucking down
So if you really bout it then pull up now
You stunk bitch
I know it sucks bitch
Yeah
Pull up bitch
Yeah
Like what's up bitch
Yeah
Pull up on me
I heard you talkin' cray I know you hella fake
You better pull up on me
I hope you feel the same when you see my face
You better pull up on me
Ain't no baking day I'm prepared to shake you better pull up on me
I know you wanna be my friend, no you ain't safe
You better pull up homie
I hope you feel the same when you see my face you better pull up on me
Ain't no baking day I'm prepared to shake you better pull up on me
Now you wanna be my friend, no you ain't safe, you better pull up homie
Pull up
Pull up pull up pull up one me
Pull up
Pull up pull up pull up one me
I heard you talkin' cray I know you hella fake
You better pull up on me
I hope you feel the same when you see my face
No, I don't think they know
They don't know how this go
They think I'm broke
What a fucking joke
When I walk in the door I gets my dough
Then a bitch get low
I used to kill them poles now I kill them shows
They're all like "my bro?" Well fuck ya hoes
Yeah, cause all my bitches they be gettin' with me
If I put a fifty they gon' put a fifty
Every night, ask whose rendezvous [?]
I had to go get it on some real shit
If you a real bitch you gon' feel this
Every single nigga that came my way
I finesse and juug on some ill shit
So much people think they know my pussy
But no-one can say they fucked
Please show me hoe facts
Name-drop, round 'em up
That bum bitch like to run her mouth
I swear to God I'm a lay her out
When I catch you on the side of town
My Guiseppe heals gonna stomp you out
I'm tired of playin', I'm tired of playin'
I'm gon' give you hell, you gon' think I'm Satan
I see you mad cause I'm bout to have this whole shit on lock
Incarceration
One gave you wrong information
You try to play me, that's confirmation
It's all good cause when you see my face shit don't come out like it's constipation
You stunk bitch
I know it sucks bitch
Yeah
Pull up bitch
Yeah
Like what's up bitch
Yeah
Pull up on me
I heard you talkin' cray I know you hella fake
You better pull up on me
I hope you feel the same when you see my face
You better pull up on me
Ain't no baking day I'm prepared to shake you better pull up on me
I know you wanna be my friend, no you ain't safe
You better pull up homie
Let's go
I mean come on now who you trying to flex for
Why you acting like I won't leave you down in the ground but you knew what it was from the get-go
That Cardi on some new shit
Get that money then I go flip
Some people think I'm just a dumb bitch
If that was true I wouldn't have shit
Yeah
Bronx bitch till the day I die
I did my dirt and I ain't gotta lie
You can talk crazy on IG
But when I run up let them hands fly
I don't fuck around with no fucking clowns
Any niggas with me they fucking hounds
Any bitches with me they fucking down
So if you really bout it then pull up now
You stunk bitch
I know it sucks bitch
Yeah
Pull up bitch
Yeah
Like what's up bitch
Yeah
Pull up on me
I heard you talkin' cray I know you hella fake
You better pull up on me
I hope you feel the same when you see my face
You better pull up on me
Ain't no baking day I'm prepared to shake you better pull up on me
I know you wanna be my friend, no you ain't safe
You better pull up homie
Pop Off lyrics - Cardi B (feat. Casanova)
[Cardi B:]
Motherfuckers be like "but what type of niggas will wife you?"
My type of niggas will wife me! The type of niggas that like bitches that pop off and suck dick all day motherfucking long bitch
Thanks to all my followers that always defended me, y'all my God brothers and God sisters, I would dare jump in your fight, I would dare jump in your fight. Now what's poppin?
Who wanna pop off
Who wanna start war
They talkin' shit?
I'm taking tops off
Jeans, pause
Weaves, pause
Rings, pause
Everything, off
Who wanna pop off
Who wanna start war
They talkin' shit?
I'm taking tops off
Jeans, pause
Weaves, pause
Rings, pause
Everything, off
I'm starting to lose my patience
Weak bitches hating
Bitches throwing subs like I won't kick your face in
Baby mama's mad cause I'm in first place, and
When it comes to you bitch, there's no conversation
I been to give it up grimy
I'm the Bronx bitch, I'm feisty
"Cardi why you feisty?"
Shut up bitch, fight me
NY raised and so you know it's very likely
That when I hear some shit that I don't like, I get hype B
Who would wanna wife me?
Your nigga wanna wife me
You think cause I'm a stripper hoe that nigga won't think twice B?
Put this pussy on his face
Ride that shit nicely
Tear his ass up, then you really ain't gon' like me
So what you tryna do
You and you and you
I feel some type a way
A bitch finna get loose
Tell me what's the deal
I'm bout to [?] the hill
The wig is coming off
Shit bout to get real
Who wanna pop off
Who wanna start war
They talkin' shit?
I'm taking tops off
Jeans, pause
Weaves, pause
Rings, pause
Everything, off
Who wanna pop off
Who wanna start war
They talkin' shit?
I'm taking tops off
Jeans, pause
Weaves, pause
Rings, pause
Everything, off
[Casanova:]
Got beef with Cardi B? I'm poppin' off
Shit get hectic? I'm a drop it off
Oh you shining? Your chain and your watch is off
You was never with this shit, nigga, knock it off
Youse a pussy, and your whole block is soft
You caught feelings, could she ain't even drop you off
You thought that bag was getting you pussy, not at all
You was getting lied, you ain't know she made that call
To the dog's dinner, and they starving
I gotta feed all 'em
I'm gon' get that nigga, you gon' get that bitch
They thought switched cause we both got rich?
Nah, we on the same time
You got yours, I got mine
You got a problem get in line
It's Cardi B, and 2 times
[Cardi B:]
Who wanna pop off
Who wanna start war
They talkin' shit?
I'm taking tops off
Jeans, pause
Weaves, pause
Rings, pause
Everything, off
Who wanna pop off
Who wanna start war
They talkin' shit?
I'm taking tops off
Jeans, pause
Weaves, pause
Rings, pause
Everything, off
Shit, that bitch six three and she bodied
Superman calves, and her shoulder something retarded
I ain't backing down, Cardi got the heart regardless
You want her to knock me out, and you think I'm a forfeit
Gang gang, squad up, and have my niggas all on it
Pay a couple nigga and they had you out when the call went
And I put that on my life, I really don't do this often
But the way I'm feeling now, like whatever, I'm on it
Have you laid out on the stretcher with your socks off
Had the pastor praying, like "sorry for your, loss"
Throw dirt on my, name, you better pop, off
My name ring bells like Mayweather, box, off
I'm Cardi B, east coast contender
5'3" looking good with the nails bananas
Freddy Kruger on these bitches I cut their lights, off
Should have read the memo, Cardi B pops off
Motherfuckers be like "but what type of niggas will wife you?"
My type of niggas will wife me! The type of niggas that like bitches that pop off and suck dick all day motherfucking long bitch
Thanks to all my followers that always defended me, y'all my God brothers and God sisters, I would dare jump in your fight, I would dare jump in your fight. Now what's poppin?
Who wanna pop off
Who wanna start war
They talkin' shit?
I'm taking tops off
Jeans, pause
Weaves, pause
Rings, pause
Everything, off
Who wanna pop off
Who wanna start war
They talkin' shit?
I'm taking tops off
Jeans, pause
Weaves, pause
Rings, pause
Everything, off
I'm starting to lose my patience
Weak bitches hating
Bitches throwing subs like I won't kick your face in
Baby mama's mad cause I'm in first place, and
When it comes to you bitch, there's no conversation
I been to give it up grimy
I'm the Bronx bitch, I'm feisty
"Cardi why you feisty?"
Shut up bitch, fight me
NY raised and so you know it's very likely
That when I hear some shit that I don't like, I get hype B
Who would wanna wife me?
Your nigga wanna wife me
You think cause I'm a stripper hoe that nigga won't think twice B?
Put this pussy on his face
Ride that shit nicely
Tear his ass up, then you really ain't gon' like me
So what you tryna do
You and you and you
I feel some type a way
A bitch finna get loose
Tell me what's the deal
I'm bout to [?] the hill
The wig is coming off
Shit bout to get real
Who wanna pop off
Who wanna start war
They talkin' shit?
I'm taking tops off
Jeans, pause
Weaves, pause
Rings, pause
Everything, off
Who wanna pop off
Who wanna start war
They talkin' shit?
I'm taking tops off
Jeans, pause
Weaves, pause
Rings, pause
Everything, off
[Casanova:]
Got beef with Cardi B? I'm poppin' off
Shit get hectic? I'm a drop it off
Oh you shining? Your chain and your watch is off
You was never with this shit, nigga, knock it off
Youse a pussy, and your whole block is soft
You caught feelings, could she ain't even drop you off
You thought that bag was getting you pussy, not at all
You was getting lied, you ain't know she made that call
To the dog's dinner, and they starving
I gotta feed all 'em
I'm gon' get that nigga, you gon' get that bitch
They thought switched cause we both got rich?
Nah, we on the same time
You got yours, I got mine
You got a problem get in line
It's Cardi B, and 2 times
[Cardi B:]
Who wanna pop off
Who wanna start war
They talkin' shit?
I'm taking tops off
Jeans, pause
Weaves, pause
Rings, pause
Everything, off
Who wanna pop off
Who wanna start war
They talkin' shit?
I'm taking tops off
Jeans, pause
Weaves, pause
Rings, pause
Everything, off
Shit, that bitch six three and she bodied
Superman calves, and her shoulder something retarded
I ain't backing down, Cardi got the heart regardless
You want her to knock me out, and you think I'm a forfeit
Gang gang, squad up, and have my niggas all on it
Pay a couple nigga and they had you out when the call went
And I put that on my life, I really don't do this often
But the way I'm feeling now, like whatever, I'm on it
Have you laid out on the stretcher with your socks off
Had the pastor praying, like "sorry for your, loss"
Throw dirt on my, name, you better pop, off
My name ring bells like Mayweather, box, off
I'm Cardi B, east coast contender
5'3" looking good with the nails bananas
Freddy Kruger on these bitches I cut their lights, off
Should have read the memo, Cardi B pops off
mixtape: "Gangsta Bitch Music, Vol. 1" (2016)
- Intro (Skit) lyrics - Cardi B (feat. The Breakfast Club)
- Trust Issues lyrics - Cardi B
- On Fleek lyrics - Cardi B
- Got Me Fucked Up (Skit) lyrics - Cardi B
- B.O.N (Remix) lyrics - Cardi B
- Washpoppin lyrics - Cardi B
- Her Perspective (Skit) lyrics - Cardi B
- Selfish lyrics - Cardi B
- I Gotta Hurt You lyrics - Cardi B
- With That (Remix) lyrics - Cardi B
- Foreva lyrics - Cardi B
- Trick Skit lyrics - Cardi B (feat. Haitian V)
- Ten Trick Commandments lyrics - Cardi B
- Sauce Niggaz lyrics - Cardi B
- Lit Thot lyrics - Cardi B
- Everything lyrics - Cardi B
- Skit (Final Words With Lisa Evers) lyrics - Cardi B (feat. Lisa Evers)
Intro (Skit) lyrics - Cardi B (feat. The Breakfast Club)
[Dj Envy:]
Morning everybody its DJ Envy, Angela Yee, Charlamange Tha God
We are the Breakfast Club
We got some special guests in the builging
[Charlamange Tha God:]
Our lord and savior Cardi B
[E:]
Cardi B, Cardi B, Cardi B
[Angela Yee:]
Now what about your career as an artist
[CTG:]
And what was your inspiration
[Cardi B:]
Well you know I've been writing rhymes and I've been into music ever since I was in high school. But you know when you young you have these dreams of becoming this big star or being an artist. But your dreams start getting crushed by priorities and bills you know. After I got kicked out of my house when I was 18, its like I didn't have 200 dollars to invest in a studio session like I had to pay bills I had to pay my rent. Now that I'm making that shmoney, its like, why not invest on my dreams that I always dreamt of. You know what I'm saying. You got to follow your dreams, like fuck you mean
Morning everybody its DJ Envy, Angela Yee, Charlamange Tha God
We are the Breakfast Club
We got some special guests in the builging
[Charlamange Tha God:]
Our lord and savior Cardi B
[E:]
Cardi B, Cardi B, Cardi B
[Angela Yee:]
Now what about your career as an artist
[CTG:]
And what was your inspiration
[Cardi B:]
Well you know I've been writing rhymes and I've been into music ever since I was in high school. But you know when you young you have these dreams of becoming this big star or being an artist. But your dreams start getting crushed by priorities and bills you know. After I got kicked out of my house when I was 18, its like I didn't have 200 dollars to invest in a studio session like I had to pay bills I had to pay my rent. Now that I'm making that shmoney, its like, why not invest on my dreams that I always dreamt of. You know what I'm saying. You got to follow your dreams, like fuck you mean
Trust Issues lyrics - Cardi B
I don't really trust them no more
All these bitches do is talk behind your back that's a no go
And I don't really stress it no more
Getting all this money made my heart so cold
Middle finger up to you hoes
Hating on me I'm making moves on the road though
And I don't really trust them no more
I don't really stress it no more
I don't be trusting them
I don't be stressing them
I swear I just flex on them
I swear I just flex on them
Carbi B, me bad one
You bitches sad ones
I just get my money and I style on them
All them bitches broke and they mad I just dab on them
Wave bye hit the gas on them
200 on the dash on them
I don't say much I just swag on them
I be killing them I go Fab on them
Left right throwing jabs at them
Night night I'm a black on them
Hit the game raw no magnums
Can't stop winning God finna go platinum
I don't really trust them no more
All these bitches do is talk behind your back that's a no go
And I don't really stress it no more
Getting all this money made my heart so cold
Middle finger up to you hoes
Hating on me I'm making moves on the road though
And I don't really trust them no more
I don't really stress it no more
I don't be trusting them
I don't be stressing them
I swear I just flex on them
I swear I just flex on them
NY Cardi next in line
Yeah it's my time real hittas gonna respect mine
I got deadlines
I'm a hit the headlines ain't no bed time young boss nigga I ain't lying
I fuck shit up then I come for my checks
What you expect Cardi in full effect
I see they mad
I see they vexed
But it's not my fault when I shoot it's all net
Like swish now they look at the flick of the wrist
They sending shots but I swear it's all miss
Cardi fall off yeah bitch you wish
You must be drunk off all of those liqs
I don't be trusting them
I don't be stressing them
I swear I just flex on them
I swear I just flex on them
NY Cardi next in line
Yeah it's my time real hittas gonna respect mine
I got deadlines
I'm a hit the headlines ain't no bed time young boss nigga I ain't lying
All these bitches do is talk behind your back that's a no go
And I don't really stress it no more
Getting all this money made my heart so cold
Middle finger up to you hoes
Hating on me I'm making moves on the road though
And I don't really trust them no more
I don't really stress it no more
I don't be trusting them
I don't be stressing them
I swear I just flex on them
I swear I just flex on them
Carbi B, me bad one
You bitches sad ones
I just get my money and I style on them
All them bitches broke and they mad I just dab on them
Wave bye hit the gas on them
200 on the dash on them
I don't say much I just swag on them
I be killing them I go Fab on them
Left right throwing jabs at them
Night night I'm a black on them
Hit the game raw no magnums
Can't stop winning God finna go platinum
I don't really trust them no more
All these bitches do is talk behind your back that's a no go
And I don't really stress it no more
Getting all this money made my heart so cold
Middle finger up to you hoes
Hating on me I'm making moves on the road though
And I don't really trust them no more
I don't really stress it no more
I don't be trusting them
I don't be stressing them
I swear I just flex on them
I swear I just flex on them
NY Cardi next in line
Yeah it's my time real hittas gonna respect mine
I got deadlines
I'm a hit the headlines ain't no bed time young boss nigga I ain't lying
I fuck shit up then I come for my checks
What you expect Cardi in full effect
I see they mad
I see they vexed
But it's not my fault when I shoot it's all net
Like swish now they look at the flick of the wrist
They sending shots but I swear it's all miss
Cardi fall off yeah bitch you wish
You must be drunk off all of those liqs
I don't be trusting them
I don't be stressing them
I swear I just flex on them
I swear I just flex on them
NY Cardi next in line
Yeah it's my time real hittas gonna respect mine
I got deadlines
I'm a hit the headlines ain't no bed time young boss nigga I ain't lying
On Fleek lyrics - Cardi B
I pull up, like what's up, everything on fleek
I do it nice, seven days a week
Like oh my, oh my, oh my God
I don't do nothing for free you know I got to charge
When I'm done, they be like you better
You better, you better, you better
When that check come I be like
You better, you better, you better
I'm Cardi exotic, my ice retarded
I walk in the party get started
Murder scene he want all this
Your bitch I demolish on fleek is what you call it
This not a game, fuck is you saying
Bullshit is something I don't entertain
Come correct if gon' call out my name
Not talking money I'm switching these lanes, like swerve
Now watch me, now watch me, swag surf
Boy you better respect the curve
I'm on my bullshit, fuck what you heard
Oh you ain't know, well you gon' learn
I pull up like what's up, everything on fleek
I do it nice, seven days a week
Like oh my, oh my, oh my God
I don't do nothing for free you know I got to charge
When I'm done, they be like you better
You better, you better, you better
When that check come I be like
You better, you better, you better
Fleek the definition of me
I keep it in check papi
I am a whole different breed
I'm Cardi, capiche
Them other ones can't compete
I make bitches want to retreat
I go to the desert for weeks
When I come back I come back with heat
Now they be all up in my DM
Trying to give Cardi B the [?]
I swear to God I don't see 'em
I'm high up in the hills like The Weeknd
I pull like what's up, everything on fleek
I do it nice, seven days a week
Like oh my, oh my, oh my God
I don't do nothing for free you know I got to charge
When I'm done, they be like you better
Do better, you better, you better
When that check come I be like
You better, you better, you better
I do it nice, seven days a week
Like oh my, oh my, oh my God
I don't do nothing for free you know I got to charge
When I'm done, they be like you better
You better, you better, you better
When that check come I be like
You better, you better, you better
I'm Cardi exotic, my ice retarded
I walk in the party get started
Murder scene he want all this
Your bitch I demolish on fleek is what you call it
This not a game, fuck is you saying
Bullshit is something I don't entertain
Come correct if gon' call out my name
Not talking money I'm switching these lanes, like swerve
Now watch me, now watch me, swag surf
Boy you better respect the curve
I'm on my bullshit, fuck what you heard
Oh you ain't know, well you gon' learn
I pull up like what's up, everything on fleek
I do it nice, seven days a week
Like oh my, oh my, oh my God
I don't do nothing for free you know I got to charge
When I'm done, they be like you better
You better, you better, you better
When that check come I be like
You better, you better, you better
Fleek the definition of me
I keep it in check papi
I am a whole different breed
I'm Cardi, capiche
Them other ones can't compete
I make bitches want to retreat
I go to the desert for weeks
When I come back I come back with heat
Now they be all up in my DM
Trying to give Cardi B the [?]
I swear to God I don't see 'em
I'm high up in the hills like The Weeknd
I pull like what's up, everything on fleek
I do it nice, seven days a week
Like oh my, oh my, oh my God
I don't do nothing for free you know I got to charge
When I'm done, they be like you better
Do better, you better, you better
When that check come I be like
You better, you better, you better
Got Me Fucked Up (Skit) lyrics - Cardi B
[Phone ringing]
Yo
Yo my nigga
Yo what's good?
What you doing?
I'm chillin' and shit what happened
Yo I'm dumb tight right now
Like tell me how this nigga I was in the club and he was dead tryna style on me tryna play me like yo
I'm so tight I feel like these niggas be thinking just because I'm a BITCH like I don't be having bros to smack a nigga
That's crazy so what you want me to do?
What I want you to do? I want you to handle that that's what the fuck I want you to do
Aight aight bet say no more you already know I'm a slap his fucking head off his shoulders you ain't gotta tell me twice
Yo where this nigga gon be at anyway where he gon be at?
I'm a check his Instagram and whatever and I'm a see where he gon be at tonight
I can do it tonight
Or maybe tomorrow aight just stay on deck
Yo I want you to smack this nigga like if you was his father
I'm a violate him
That's what I want you to do
I'm a violate him don't worry you already I got you sis
Aight then love you bro
Alright love you too you already know
Yo
Yo my nigga
Yo what's good?
What you doing?
I'm chillin' and shit what happened
Yo I'm dumb tight right now
Like tell me how this nigga I was in the club and he was dead tryna style on me tryna play me like yo
I'm so tight I feel like these niggas be thinking just because I'm a BITCH like I don't be having bros to smack a nigga
That's crazy so what you want me to do?
What I want you to do? I want you to handle that that's what the fuck I want you to do
Aight aight bet say no more you already know I'm a slap his fucking head off his shoulders you ain't gotta tell me twice
Yo where this nigga gon be at anyway where he gon be at?
I'm a check his Instagram and whatever and I'm a see where he gon be at tonight
I can do it tonight
Or maybe tomorrow aight just stay on deck
Yo I want you to smack this nigga like if you was his father
I'm a violate him
That's what I want you to do
I'm a violate him don't worry you already I got you sis
Aight then love you bro
Alright love you too you already know
B.O.N (Remix) lyrics - Cardi B
Fuck all that talking shit
Fuck all that stalling shit
I came here to eat
I ain't with that starving shit
Been on the hustle since young, so I been involved in shit:
The fakes, the snakes, heartbreaks- I mean all of it
I'm in my zone now and I ain't gon fold up
They like Cardi all grown up yea bitch I glo'ed up
They ain't see the blizzard coming these niggas done froze up
They mad they been sleeping on me just be like you woke up
I don't make scenes I just make movies
Clip after clip after clip call it a uzi
I feel like a bad ass I feel like I'm Boosie
They quick to judge a bitch just wish they knew me
I know a couple hittas done pulled a couple triggers
Violate me they gon come and get you
And I'm tired of y'all baby mamas y'all nothing but drama
Always worrying about the new bitch why you so foolish watching my moves you like how I do shit
I make you feel insecure but that's not my problem
Just worry about your kid and I'm a keep popping my collar
And for those who want to know I'm not your average hoe
I be on my bullshit, but yea I got standards though
Yeah I fucked a couple niggas pulled a couple tricks
Bust a couple splits sucked a couple dicks
But there is a story to everything and that's just real shit
My family had to eat and I had to pay the rent
If it's green I'm a get it please stay the fuck out my business
Bitch try me I promise you get it
Bitch try me there will be no winning
Gotta watch all these faces there's too many counterfeits
Sometimes when you hear them say I got you you can't even count on it
That's why I fuck with my bitches only my bitches
My day one bitches so please do not fuck with my bitches
That's a brick in your face and you gon need stitches
I see that you moving suspicious
200 dollars, they do you with quickness
That's word to my niece I'm not kidding
I fuck with them BONs and they get vicious
Fuck all that stalling shit
I came here to eat
I ain't with that starving shit
Been on the hustle since young, so I been involved in shit:
The fakes, the snakes, heartbreaks- I mean all of it
I'm in my zone now and I ain't gon fold up
They like Cardi all grown up yea bitch I glo'ed up
They ain't see the blizzard coming these niggas done froze up
They mad they been sleeping on me just be like you woke up
I don't make scenes I just make movies
Clip after clip after clip call it a uzi
I feel like a bad ass I feel like I'm Boosie
They quick to judge a bitch just wish they knew me
I know a couple hittas done pulled a couple triggers
Violate me they gon come and get you
And I'm tired of y'all baby mamas y'all nothing but drama
Always worrying about the new bitch why you so foolish watching my moves you like how I do shit
I make you feel insecure but that's not my problem
Just worry about your kid and I'm a keep popping my collar
And for those who want to know I'm not your average hoe
I be on my bullshit, but yea I got standards though
Yeah I fucked a couple niggas pulled a couple tricks
Bust a couple splits sucked a couple dicks
But there is a story to everything and that's just real shit
My family had to eat and I had to pay the rent
If it's green I'm a get it please stay the fuck out my business
Bitch try me I promise you get it
Bitch try me there will be no winning
Gotta watch all these faces there's too many counterfeits
Sometimes when you hear them say I got you you can't even count on it
That's why I fuck with my bitches only my bitches
My day one bitches so please do not fuck with my bitches
That's a brick in your face and you gon need stitches
I see that you moving suspicious
200 dollars, they do you with quickness
That's word to my niece I'm not kidding
I fuck with them BONs and they get vicious
Washpoppin lyrics - Cardi B
I need all my money makers bring that cash out
I need all my D boys to bring that cash out
I need all my scammer niggas bring that cash out
Don't you see these big ass titties and this ass out
I need all my money makers bring that cash out
I need all my D boys to bring that cash out
I need all my scammer niggas bring that cash out
Don't you see these big ass titties and this ass out
Lil trick go bust a band on a bitch
Now give me all that money you be spending on your chick
Now give me all that money you be spending on your kid
Now give me all that money you been stacking for your rent nigga
I'm just into making money I ain't into making love
When you hear that stripper hoe I'm the one you thinking of
I'm the bitch they love to hate I'm the bitch they hate and love
Yellow bitch I look like Diamond in Playas Club
You want to be my main squeeze baby don't you
You want to give a bitch a seed baby don't you
You hit the club with 20 Gs baby don't you
And spend that all on Cardi B baby don't you
I need like 10k right now
I need like 20k right now
I need like 50k right now
All you broke niggas get out the way right now
I need all my money makers bring that cash out
I need all my D boys to bring that cash out
I need all my scammer niggas bring that cash out
Don't you see these big ass titties and this ass out
I need all my money makers bring that cash out
I need all my D boys to bring that cash out
I need all my scammer niggas bring that cash out
Don't you see these big ass titties and this ass out
Real niggas fuck with me the bad bitches fuck with me
So if you don't it's probably cause you broke or you ugly
Real niggas fuck with me the bad bitches fuck with me
So if you don't it's probably cause you broke or you ugly
Every time that I'm on the road popping
Every time that I do a show popping
When I put this pussy on the pole popping
Friends want to have these cornrows popping
I need all my money makers bring that cash out
I need all my D boys to bring that cash out
I need all my scammer niggas bring that cash out
Don't you see these big ass titties and this ass out
I need all my money makers bring that cash out
I need all my D boys to bring that cash out
I need all my scammer niggas bring that cash out
Don't you see these big ass titties and this ass out
I need all my D boys to bring that cash out
I need all my scammer niggas bring that cash out
Don't you see these big ass titties and this ass out
I need all my money makers bring that cash out
I need all my D boys to bring that cash out
I need all my scammer niggas bring that cash out
Don't you see these big ass titties and this ass out
Lil trick go bust a band on a bitch
Now give me all that money you be spending on your chick
Now give me all that money you be spending on your kid
Now give me all that money you been stacking for your rent nigga
I'm just into making money I ain't into making love
When you hear that stripper hoe I'm the one you thinking of
I'm the bitch they love to hate I'm the bitch they hate and love
Yellow bitch I look like Diamond in Playas Club
You want to be my main squeeze baby don't you
You want to give a bitch a seed baby don't you
You hit the club with 20 Gs baby don't you
And spend that all on Cardi B baby don't you
I need like 10k right now
I need like 20k right now
I need like 50k right now
All you broke niggas get out the way right now
I need all my money makers bring that cash out
I need all my D boys to bring that cash out
I need all my scammer niggas bring that cash out
Don't you see these big ass titties and this ass out
I need all my money makers bring that cash out
I need all my D boys to bring that cash out
I need all my scammer niggas bring that cash out
Don't you see these big ass titties and this ass out
Real niggas fuck with me the bad bitches fuck with me
So if you don't it's probably cause you broke or you ugly
Real niggas fuck with me the bad bitches fuck with me
So if you don't it's probably cause you broke or you ugly
Every time that I'm on the road popping
Every time that I do a show popping
When I put this pussy on the pole popping
Friends want to have these cornrows popping
I need all my money makers bring that cash out
I need all my D boys to bring that cash out
I need all my scammer niggas bring that cash out
Don't you see these big ass titties and this ass out
I need all my money makers bring that cash out
I need all my D boys to bring that cash out
I need all my scammer niggas bring that cash out
Don't you see these big ass titties and this ass out
Her Perspective (Skit) lyrics - Cardi B
Yo where the fuck was you at?
Fuck you mean you at some club
Bet you at the club got niggas touching on your ass right
Same ass I'm supposed to be touching on right
Bitch you think you cute ohh you think you a bad bitch
Bitch you ain't shit you trash bitch thot doodle fuck you talking about
What? What? Bitch you crazy I'll smack the shit out your dumb ass like I did last
Look look look hold on hold on hold on
Yo stop raising your muhfuckin voice bitch you already know what time it is
I don't give a fuck bitch you know what matter fact close the fucking door cause the neighbors about to see exactly what the fuck is about to go on
Close the fucking door you stupid ass slut
What? I will fucking kill you
You don't fucking understand I will fucking kill you
I will put a bullet through your fucking scalp you dumb ass hoe
Calm down? Me? What?
Stop screaming stop screaming I don't want nobody to know what the fuck going on right now stop screaming
Get the fuck off me
Yo look get the fuck out my crib matter fact stay here I'm out and you better be here when I get back you stupid ass bitch
And if I catch you in the club I don't give a fuck what club it is I'm a fuck you up there too
Fuck you mean you at some club
Bet you at the club got niggas touching on your ass right
Same ass I'm supposed to be touching on right
Bitch you think you cute ohh you think you a bad bitch
Bitch you ain't shit you trash bitch thot doodle fuck you talking about
What? What? Bitch you crazy I'll smack the shit out your dumb ass like I did last
Look look look hold on hold on hold on
Yo stop raising your muhfuckin voice bitch you already know what time it is
I don't give a fuck bitch you know what matter fact close the fucking door cause the neighbors about to see exactly what the fuck is about to go on
Close the fucking door you stupid ass slut
What? I will fucking kill you
You don't fucking understand I will fucking kill you
I will put a bullet through your fucking scalp you dumb ass hoe
Calm down? Me? What?
Stop screaming stop screaming I don't want nobody to know what the fuck going on right now stop screaming
Get the fuck off me
Yo look get the fuck out my crib matter fact stay here I'm out and you better be here when I get back you stupid ass bitch
And if I catch you in the club I don't give a fuck what club it is I'm a fuck you up there too
Selfish lyrics - Cardi B
I gave you more than I give myself
So loyal to you that I betray myself
Well I guess I'm a wither away
You a snake and you chose to slither today
I gave my all my love and my trust but
I guess my all just wasn't enough
Yeah there's something about you I can't help it
But I'm a do for myself I'm being selfish
Babe your melody is the voice I need makes me skip a beat yeah
And baby you know it yeah
But it's hard to show it
See the one I love used to be in clubs used to fuck with thugs yeah
And I can't expose it yeah cause she already know it yeah
But why don't you ask me
Why is it so hard to fall in love
Why don't you ask me
Why can I never ever ever try
Why don't you ask me
Why everything is going this way
Why don't you ask me
I guess we don't know
They say the one that you truly love hurts you the most
Now the one that I truly love hurt me the most
Now the one that you truly love is hurting you the most
I guess I'll never know
Why I got so cold
It's not your fault
Be selfish, be selfish, be selfish Withering away as I gaze at the sky looking at his face and all the pain it's caused me
I ask why
Didn't I love
Didn't I give you more than I ever gave myself
What do you wish cause that part of me no longer exist
This time I'm first, I'm picking me
I finally learned to be selfish
So loyal to you that I betray myself
Well I guess I'm a wither away
You a snake and you chose to slither today
I gave my all my love and my trust but
I guess my all just wasn't enough
Yeah there's something about you I can't help it
But I'm a do for myself I'm being selfish
Babe your melody is the voice I need makes me skip a beat yeah
And baby you know it yeah
But it's hard to show it
See the one I love used to be in clubs used to fuck with thugs yeah
And I can't expose it yeah cause she already know it yeah
But why don't you ask me
Why is it so hard to fall in love
Why don't you ask me
Why can I never ever ever try
Why don't you ask me
Why everything is going this way
Why don't you ask me
I guess we don't know
They say the one that you truly love hurts you the most
Now the one that I truly love hurt me the most
Now the one that you truly love is hurting you the most
I guess I'll never know
Why I got so cold
It's not your fault
Be selfish, be selfish, be selfish Withering away as I gaze at the sky looking at his face and all the pain it's caused me
I ask why
Didn't I love
Didn't I give you more than I ever gave myself
What do you wish cause that part of me no longer exist
This time I'm first, I'm picking me
I finally learned to be selfish
I Gotta Hurt You lyrics - Cardi B
You know
I could love you with all my heart
You're my baby and
And I love you I just
I just feel the need to hurt you
Maybe I'm scorn
Maybe I need a therapist
Maybe I'm petty
I just
I want to hurt you
I want to hurt you
I want to hurt you
I need to make you sure you remember me forever
E-e-e-e-ever
E-e-e-e-ever
E-e-e-e-ever
(I was raised well)
E-e-e-e-ever
E-e-e-e-ever
E-e-e-e-ever
I want to hurt you
I want to hurt you
I want to, I want to hurt you
I want to hurt, hurt, hurt
I want to hurt you
(Forever)
I want to hurt you
I want to, I want to hurt you
(Forever)
I want to hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt
I want to hurt you
I want to hurt you
I got to make sure that you feel me
I need to make sure you remember me forever
I have to show you
Hi there
My name is, my name is
Cardi, Cardi, Cardi, Cardi
I don't know
I love it
I love it
Lonelyness
It fulfills my sorrow
You may think
You may think I have no tomorrow
Its easier to die
Than to live
But I will show you
That I'm strong enough
To use you and abuse you
And I'm gonna live
And I'm gonna win (haha)
I'm gonna win
I'm gonna win
I'm gonna win
I'm gonna win
I'm gonna win
I-I-I-I-I'm go-onna win
I want to hurt you
I got to make sure that you feel me
I need to make sure they remember me forever
I have to show you
I could love you with all my heart
You're my baby and
And I love you I just
I just feel the need to hurt you
Maybe I'm scorn
Maybe I need a therapist
Maybe I'm petty
I just
I want to hurt you
I want to hurt you
I want to hurt you
I need to make you sure you remember me forever
E-e-e-e-ever
E-e-e-e-ever
E-e-e-e-ever
(I was raised well)
E-e-e-e-ever
E-e-e-e-ever
E-e-e-e-ever
I want to hurt you
I want to hurt you
I want to, I want to hurt you
I want to hurt, hurt, hurt
I want to hurt you
(Forever)
I want to hurt you
I want to, I want to hurt you
(Forever)
I want to hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt
I want to hurt you
I want to hurt you
I got to make sure that you feel me
I need to make sure you remember me forever
I have to show you
Hi there
My name is, my name is
Cardi, Cardi, Cardi, Cardi
I don't know
I love it
I love it
Lonelyness
It fulfills my sorrow
You may think
You may think I have no tomorrow
Its easier to die
Than to live
But I will show you
That I'm strong enough
To use you and abuse you
And I'm gonna live
And I'm gonna win (haha)
I'm gonna win
I'm gonna win
I'm gonna win
I'm gonna win
I'm gonna win
I-I-I-I-I'm go-onna win
I want to hurt you
I got to make sure that you feel me
I need to make sure they remember me forever
I have to show you
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
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
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
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
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)
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
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
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
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
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
(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...)
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
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
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
(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
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
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
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