I Like It
[Intro]
Yeah, baby, I like it like that
You gotta believe me when I tell you
I said I like it like that
You gotta believe me when I tell you
I said I like it like—
[Verse 1: Cardi B]
Now I like dollars, I like diamonds
I like stuntin', I like shinin' (Yeah)
I like million dollar deals
Where's my pen? Bitch, I'm signin' (Signin')
I like those Balenciagas (Those)
The ones that look like socks
I like going to the jeweler
I put rocks all in my watch (Cha-ching)
I like texts from my exes when they want a second chance (What?)
I like proving niggas wrong, I do what they say I can't
They call me Cardi Bardi, banging body
Spicy mami, hot tamale
Hotter than a Somali, fur coat, Ferrari (Rrr, woo)
Hop out the stu', jump in the coupe (Coupe)
Big Dipper on top of the roof
Flexing on bitches as hard as I can
Eating halal, driving the Lam'
Told that bitch I'm sorry, though (Sorry, though)
Bout my coins like Mario (Mario)
Yeah, they call me Cardi B
I run this shit like cardio
Woo, facts
[Chorus: Cardi B]
Diamond district in the chain, chain (I said I like it like that)
Certified, you know I'm gang, gang, gang, gang (I said I like it like—woo)
Drop the top and blow the brains, woo (Woo, I said I like it like that)
Oh, he's so handsome, what's his name? Yeah (Woo, facts, I said I like it)
[Post-Chorus: Cardi B]
Oh, I need the dollars, cha-ching (I said I like it like that)
Beat it up like piñatas (I said I like it like—; uh)
Tell the driver, close the curtains (I said I like it like that, skrrt)
Bad bitch make you nervous (I said I like it)
Cardi B
[Verse 2: Bad Bunny]
Chambean, chambean, pero no jalan (¡Jalan!)
Tú compras to'a las Jordan, bo, a mí me las regalan (Jeje)
I spend in the club what you have in the bank (¡Wuh; ¡yeh!)
This is the new religion bang in Latino gang, gang, ¡yeh!
Trato de hacer dieta, pero es que en el closet tengo mucha grasa (¡Yeh!; ¡wuh!)
Ya mudé la' Gucci pa' dentro de casa, yeh (¡Wuh!)
Cabrón, a ti no te conocen ni en Plaza (No)
El Diablo me llama, pero Jesucristo me abraza (Amén)
Guerrero como Eddie, que viva la raza, yeh
Me gustan boricuas, me gustan cubanas
Me gusta el acento de las colombianas (¿Qué hubo pues?)
Como mueve el culo la dominicana (¿Qué lo que?)
Lo rico que me chingan las venezolanas (¡Wuh!)
Andamos activos, Perico Pin Pin (Wuh)
Billetes de cien en el maletín (¡Ching!)
Que retumbe el bajo, Bobby Valentín, yeh (¡Buh!)
Aquí es prohibido amar, diles, Charytín
Que pa'l picor les tengo Claritín
Yo llego a la disco y se forma el motín (¡Rrrah!)
[Chorus: Cardi B & Bad Bunny]
Diamond district in the chain (I said I like it like that)
Bad Bunny baby, bebé, bebé
Certified, you know I'm gang, gang, gang, gang (I said I like it like—woo)
Drop the top and blow the brains, woo (Woo, I said I like it like that)
Oh, he's so handsome, what's his name? Yeah (Woo, yeh, I said I like it)
[Post-Chorus: Cardi B]
Oh, I need the dollars, cha-ching (I said I like it like that)
Beat it up like piñatas (I said I like it like—)
Tell the driver, close the curtains (I said I like it like that, skrrt)
Bad bitch make you nervous (I said I like it, that)
[Verse 3: J Balvin]
Como Celia Cruz tengo el azúcar (Azúca')
Tu jeva me vio y se fue de pecho como Jimmy Snuka (Ah)
Te vamos a tumbar la peluca
Y arranca pa'l carajo, cabrón, que a ti no te vo'a pasar la hookah (Hookah, hookah)
Mis tenis Balenciaga me reciben en la entrada (Wuh)
Pa-Pa-Paparazzi like I'm Lady Gaga (Wuh)
Y no te me hagas (Eh)
Que en cover de Billboard tú has visto mi cara (Eh)
No salgo de tu mente (Wuh)
Donde quieras que viajes has escuchado "Mi Gente"
Yo no soy hype, soy como el Testarossa (Hype; 'rossa)
Yo soy el que se la vive y también el que la goza (Goza, goza)
Es la cosa, mami es la cosa (Cosa, cosa)
El que mira sufre y el que toca goza (Goza, goza, goza)
[Bridge: J Balvin & Cardi B]
I said I like it like that
I said I like it like that (Rrr)
I said I like it like that (Woo)
I said I like it like that
[Chorus: Cardi B]
Diamond district in the chain (I said I like it like that)
Certified, you know I'm gang, gang (I said I like it like—)
Drop the top and blow the brains, woo (I said I like it like that)
Oh, he's so handsome, what's his name? Yeah (I said I like it)
Bodak Yellow
It's Cardi
Ayy
Said I'm the shit, couldn't fuck with me if they wanted to
I don't gotta dance
Said little bitch, you can't fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
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, I don't dance now
I make money moves (ayy, ayy)
Say I don't gotta dance
I make money move
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
Now she says she gon' do what to who?
Let's find out and see, Cardi B
You know where I'm at
You know where I be
You in the club just to party
I'm there, I get paid a fee
I be in and out them banks so much
I know they're tired of me
Honestly, don't give a fuck
Bout who ain't fond of me
Dropped two mixtapes in six months
What bitch working as hard as me?
I don't bother with these hoes
Don't let these hoes bother me
They see pictures, they say, "Goals"
Bitch, I'm who they tryna be
Look, I might just chill in some Bape
I might just chill with your boo
I might just feel on your babe
My pussy feel like a lake
He wanna swim with his face
I'm like, "Okay"
I'll let him do what he want
He buy me Yves Saint Laurent
And the new whip
When I go fast as a horse
I got the trunk in the front
I'm the hottest in the street
Know you prolly heard of me
Got a bag and fixed my teeth
Hope you hoes know it ain't cheap
And I pay my mama bills
I ain't got no time to chill
Think these hoes be mad at me
Their baby father run a bill
Said little bitch, you can't fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
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, I don't dance now
I make money moves (ayy, ayy)
Say I don't gotta dance
I make money move
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
If you a pussy you get popped
You a goofy, you a opp
Don't you come around my way
You can't hang around my block
And I just checked my accounts
Turns out, I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich
I put my hand above my hip
I bet, you dip, he dip, she dip
I say, I get the money and go
This shit is hot like a stove
My pussy glitter as gold
Tell that lil' bitch play her role
I just arrove in a Rolls
I just came up in a Wraith
I need to fill up the tank
No, I need to fill up the safe
I need to let all these hoes know
That none of they niggas is safe
I go to dinner and steak
Only the real can relate
I used to live in the P's
Now it's a crib with a Gate
Rollie got charms, look like Frosted Flakes
Had to let these bitches know
Just in case these hoes forgot
I just run and check the mail
Another check from Mona Scott
Said little bitch, you can't fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get 'em both
I don't wanna choose
And I'm quick, cut a nigga off
Don't get comfortable
Look, I don't dance now
I make money moves (ayy, ayy)
Say I don't gotta dance
I make money move
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)
Ring
Ooh, ooh
Ring, ring, ring, ring
You don't hit my line no more, oh, oh
You don't make it ring, ring, ring, ring
I can't keep this on the low
I want you to make it ring, ring, ring, ring
Should I call first? I can't decide
I want to, but a bitch got pride
The switchin' up shit is what I can't fuck with
I'm feelin' you but you hard to get in touch with
And you ain't hit me up in a while
Actin' like you don't know what number to dial
You quit, then that's it, I'ma throw in the towel
Cause a nigga only goin' through what you allow
You don't want this gun smoke
Learn to text with your nose if your thumb broke
I don't care if we get into it and I stall on your ass
But I still wake up to missed calls from your ass, nigga
You don't hit my line no more, oh, oh
You don't make it ring, ring, ring, ring
I can't keep this on the low
I want you to make it ring, ring, ring, ring
Nah, nigga now you gon' have to call me (call me)
Cause I'm lookin' at these messages, they on me (yeah)
Actin' like they ain't niggas that want me
Let another nigga in your spot, and you gon' be hot nigga, coffee
You gon' be sick to your, stomach
Hit me when you free, 1-800
It's emergency, call me 911
Cause right now I'm out here tryna find someone
The ring on my phone, ring on my finger (brrr)
You actin' like you ain't tryna do either (yeah)
Was a good girl (ayy), watched me turn diva (uh)
Here goes my heart, I put it on speaker (oh)
You don't hit my line no more, oh, oh
You don't make it ring, ring, ring, ring
I can't keep this on the low
I want you to make it ring, ring, ring, ring
You used to be on my line
On my tip all the time, yeah
Love it when you make me feel
Like you don't mind when I ain't got time for you
And no it don't go to my head, I'm only arrogant in bed
I just love to know you wanna spend time with me instead
Now you all caught up, yeah
You all caught up and you done left me alone, yeah
You was all fed up
Ready for the next step, wanna be on your own
Said I just miss you, I just miss us, baby
All I know is
You don't hit my line no more, oh, oh
You don't make it ring, ring, ring, ring (you don't make it ring, baby)
I can't keep this on the low (yeah, yeah, oh)
I want you to make it ring, ring, ring, ring
Be Careful
Yeah
Be careful, be careful, be careful with me
Yeah, look
I wanna get married, like the Currys, Steph and Ayesha shit
But we more like Belly, Tommy and Keisha shit
Gave you TLC, you wanna creep and shit
Poured out my whole heart to a piece of shit
Man, I thought you would've learned your lesson
Bout likin' pictures, not returnin' texts
I guess it's fine, man, I get the message
You still stutter after certain questions
You keep in contact with certain exes
Do you, though, trust me, nigga, it's cool, though
Said that you was workin', but you're out here chasin' culo
And putas, chillin' poolside, livin' two lives
I could've did what you did to me to you a few times
But if I did decide to slide, find a nigga
Fuck him, suck his dick, you would've been pissed
But that's not my M.O., I'm not that type of bitch
And karma for you is gon' be who you end up with
Don't make me sick, nigga
The only man, baby, I adore
I gave you everything, what's mine is yours
I want you to live your life of course
But I hope you get what you dyin' for
Be careful with me, do you know what you doin'?
Whose feelings that you hurtin' and bruisin'?
You gon' gain the whole world
But is it worth the girl that you're losin'?
Be careful with me
Yeah, it's not a threat, it's a warnin'
Be careful with me
Yeah, my heart is like a package with a fragile label on it
Be careful with me
Care for me, care for me
Always said that you'd be there for me, there for me
Boy, you better treat me carefully, carefully, look
I was here before all of this
Guess you actin' out now, you got an audience
Tell me where your mind is, drop a pin, what's the coordinates?
You might have a fortune, but you lose me, you still gon' be misfortunate, nigga
Tell me, this love's got you this fucked up in the head
You want some random bitch up in your bed?
She don't even know your middle name, watch her 'cause she might steal your chain
You don't want someone who loves you instead? I guess not though
It's blatant disrespect, you nothin' like the nigga I met
Talk to me crazy and you quick to forget
You even got me trippin', you got me lookin' in the mirror different
Thinkin' I'm flawed because you inconsistent
Between a rock and a hard place, the mud and the dirt
It's gon' hurt me to hate you, but lovin' you's worse
It all stops so abrupt, we start switchin' it up
Teach me to be like you so I can not give a fuck
Free to mess with someone else, I wish these feelings could melt
Cause you don't care about a thing except your mothafuckin' self
You make me sick, nigga
The only man, baby, I adore
I gave you everything, what's mine is yours
I want you to live your life of course
But I hope you get what you dyin' for
Be careful with me, do you know what you doin'?
Whose feelings that you're hurtin' and bruisin'?
You gon' gain the whole world
But is it worth the girl that you're losin'?
Be careful with me
Yeah, it's not a threat, it's a warnin'
Be careful with me
Yeah, my heart is like a package with a fragile label on it
Be careful with me
Bartier Cardi
Bardi in a 'Rari, diamonds all over my body
(30, you a fool for this one)
Shinin' all over my body
Bardi, put that lil' bitch on molly, Bardi!
Bitch on Molly (Cheeze)
21, diamonds all over my body
Fucked that bitch on molly (KSR)
Ask him if I'm 'bout it
Your b- wanna party with Cardi
Cartier Bardi in a 'Rari (21)
Diamonds all over my body (Cardi)
Shinin' all over my body (my body)
Cardi got your b- on molly
B-, you ain't gang, you lame
Bentley truck lane to lane, blow out the brain (21)
I go insane, insane
I drop a check on the chain, f- up a check in the Flame
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (from what?)
Cardi put the p- on Offset (say what?)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (21)
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (21)
Cardi put the p- on Offset (Cardi)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (who's Cardi?)
Who get this motherf-r started? (Cardi)
Who took your b- out to party? (Cardi)
I took your bi- and departed (Cardi)
Who that be fly as a Martian? (Cardi)
Who that on fleek in the cut? (Cardi)
Who got the bricks in the truck? (Cardi)
Them diamonds gon' hit like a b- on a b- ass bitch
B-, you a wannabe Cardi
Red bottom MJ, moonwalk on a b-
Moonwalkin' through your clique
I'm moonwalkin' in the 6
Sticky with the kick, moonrocks in this b-
I'm from the motherf- Bronx (Bronx)
I keep the pump in the trunk (trunk)
B-, if you bad then jump (jump)
Might leave your b- in a slump (your back)
Your b- wanna party with Cardi
Cartier Bardi in a 'Rari (21)
Diamonds all over my body (Cardi)
Shinin' all over my body (my body)
Cardi got your b- on molly
B-, you ain't gang, you lame
Bentley truck lane to lane, blow out the brain (21)
I go insane, insane
I drop a check on the chain, f- up a check in the Flame
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (from what?)
Cardi put the p- on Offset (say what?)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (21)
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (21)
Cardi put the pu- on Offset (Cardi)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset
Your b-h wanna party with a Savage (21)
Saint Laurent Savage in an Aston (yeah)
High end cars and fashion (21)
I don't eat p-, I'm fastin' (on God)
I'm a Blood, my brother Crippin'
B-h, I'm drippin', h-, you trippin'
Told the waitress, I ain't tippin'
I like hot sauce on my chicken (on God)
I pulled the rubber off and I put hot sauce on her t- (21)
I'm in a Bentley truck, she keep on suckin' like it's tinted (21)
All these VVSs, n-, my sperm worth millions (on God)
The b- so bad, I popped a Molly 'fore I hit it (21, 21)
Your b- wanna party with Cardi
Cartier Bardi in a 'Rari (21)
Diamonds all over my body (Cardi)
Shinin' all over my body (my body)
Cardi got your b- on molly
B-, you ain't gang, you lame
Bentley truck lane to lane, blow out the brain (21)
I go insane, insane
I drop a check on the chain, f-k up a check in the Flame
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (from what?)
Cardi put the p- on Offset (say what?)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (21)
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (21)
Cardi put the p- on Offset (Cardi)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (who's Cardi?)
Step in this b- in Givenchy (cash)
F- up a check in Givenchy (cash)
Boss out the coupe and them inches
I f- up a bag at the Fendi, I f- up a bag in a minute
Who you know drip like this?
Who you know built like this?
I'm poppin' s- like a dude
Pull up to pop at your crew, brrrt, poppin' at you (woo)
They say you basic, I flooded the Rollie with diamonds
I flooded the Patek and bracelet
I got your b- and she naked
Ice on the cake when I bake it
I'm switchin' lanes in the Range
Swap out the d- for the brain
Swap out your b- for your main
Swap out the trap for the fame
Ice on them Cardi B Cartier frames, b-
Your b- wanna party with Cardi
Cartier Bardi in a 'Rari (21)
Diamonds all over my body (Cardi)
Shinin' all over my body (my body)
Cardi got your b- on molly
B-, you ain't gang, you lame
Bentley truck lane to lane, blow out the brain (21)
I go insane, insane
I drop a check on the chain, fuck up a check in the Flame
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (from what?)
Cardi put the p- on Offset (say what?)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (21)
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (21)
Cardi put the p- on Offset (Cardi)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (who's Cardi?)
Red Barz
[Intro]
Uh, yeah
Some regular-degular bloody bars, blap
[Verse]
I swear to God, they ain't wanna see me leave the club
Got up on my shit, 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
Punk 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, slime, one time
Pump blind, bitches quit, 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, gulp 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, birth of 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 Techs
Got 'em all scared and 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
[Outro]
Uh
I said, woo
Huh
Blap
Backin' It Up
[Intro: Pardison Fontaine & Cardi B]
Ahhh
Cardi!
Turn around, fuck it all the way up
Bust it down, turn around, fuck it all the way up
Bust it down, turn around, fuck it— (Look)
[Verse 1: Pardison Fontaine]
Let's get it straight, girl, you don't need a nigga for nothin'
Lookin' better every day, you got that Benjamin Button
Claimin' he don't got a girl, you know niggas be frontin'
You don't need no bitch comin' up to you as a woman (Ayy)
And you a boss, so you hate when niggas waste time (Ayy)
You too pretty to be paused on the FaceTime (Ayy)
Damn, I'm just statin' the facts
You hate that like you hate when niggas tell you, "Relax"
What the fuck you mean, "Relax"?
You want somethin' more than just physical (Word)
It's been a while since you met someone original (Word)
You spend your time drinkin' wine in your livin' room
All that good pussy, can't find the one to give it to (What?)
It's a, it's a shame (It's a shame)
You see me, see the squad, it's a gang (It's a gang)
You see him, it's a bum, it's a lame (It's a lame)
But it's a difference 'tween me and what's-his-name (Ayy)
I swear to God, word to Mase (Ayy)
I'ma drink this Henny to the face (Ayy)
Fuck a condom, I'ma bring Saran Wrap (Bring Saran Wrap)
I can't let no good pussy go to waste (Ayy)
[Chorus: Pardison Fontaine & Cardi B]
Back, back-backin' it up
I'm the king of talkin' shit, then backin' it up (Ayy)
Back, back-backin' it up
Throw that shit over here, girl, that's what it's for (What you say?)
You know how to go and get a bag, don't you? (Ayy)
You know how to make a bitch mad, don't you ?(Ayy)
Make your ex wanna get it back, that's a fact
Say it louder for the bitches in the back (Ayy)
I know how to go and get a bag, don't I? (Don't I)
I know how to get a bitch mad, don't I? (Yeah)
Make my ex wanna get it back, that's a fact
Say it louder for the bitches in the back (Ayy)
Back, back-backin' it up
I'm the queen of talkin' shit, then I'm backin' it up (Yeah)
Back, back-backin' it up
Throw that money over here, nigga, that's what it's for (What you say?)
[Verse 2: Cardi B]
Look, said I was gettin' some head, get-gettin' some head
Ran down on a bitch, she almost pissed on her leg
Bitches think they fuckin' with me, must be sick in the head
Why don't you chill with the beef and get some chicken instead?
Got the crown, shut it down, have them hype up in the 6
If she dead, let her lay, won't bring no life into this bitch
Lookin' this good should be a sin, you should call me cinnamon
Cardi B, bad bitch, those is fuckin' synonyms
We see who winnin' (See who winnin'), we see who got it (See who got it)
You see I'm still in the bank makin' deposits (Cash)
You see who switched up sides and who was solid (Who was solid)
You see who stuck to the code and who forgot it
Talk about it, bitch
[Chorus: Pardison Fontaine & Cardi B]
You know how to go and get a bag, don't you? (Ayy)
You know how to make a bitch mad, don't you? (Ayy)
Make your ex wanna get it back, that's a fact
Say it louder for the bitches in the back (Ayy)
I know how to go and get a bag, don't I? (Don't I)
I know how to get a bitch mad, don't I? (Yeah)
Make my ex wanna get it back, that's a fact
Say it louder for the bitches in the back (Ayy)
Back, back-backin' it up
I'm the king of talkin' shit, then backin' it up (Ayy)
Back, back-backin' it up
Throw that shit over here, girl, that's what it's for (What you say?)
Finesse
[Verse 1: Cardi B]
Drop top Porsche (Porsche), Rollie on my wrist (Wrist)
Diamonds up and down my chain (Aha)
Cardi B, straight stuntin', can't tell me nothin'
Bossed up and I changed the game (You see me?)
It's my big Bronx boogie, got all them girls shook (Shook)
My big fat ass got all them boys hooked (Hooked)
I went from dollar bills, now we poppin' rubber bands (Ha)
Bruno sang to me while I do my money dance like ayy
Flexin' on the 'Gram like ayy
Hit the Lil' Jon, okay (Okay), okay (Okay)
Oh yeah, we drippin' in finesse and getting paid, ow
[Verse 2: Bruno Mars]
Ooh, don't we look good together?
There's a reason why they watch all night long (All night long)
Yeah, I know we'll turn heads forever (Forever)
So tonight, I'm gonna show you off
[Pre-Chorus: Bruno Mars]
When I'm walkin' with you
I watch the whole room change
Baby, that's what you do
No, my baby, don't play
Blame it on my confidence
Oh, blame it on your measurements
Shut that shit down on sight
That's right
[Chorus: Bruno Mars]
We out here drippin' in finesse
It don't make no sense
Out here drippin' in finesse
You know it, you know it
We out here drippin' in finesse
It don't make no sense
Out here drippin' in finesse
You know it, you know it
[Verse 3: Bruno Mars]
Now slow it down for me, baby (Slow it down now)
Cause I love the way it feels when we grind (We grind)
Yeah, our connection's so magnetic on the floor
Nothing can stop us tonight
[Pre-Chorus: Bruno Mars]
When I'm walkin' with you
I watch the whole room change
Baby, that's what you do
No, my baby, don't play
Blame it on my confidence
Oh, blame it on your measurements
Shut that shit down on sight
That's right
[Chorus: Bruno Mars]
We out here drippin' in finesse
It don't make no sense
Out here drippin' in finesse
You know it, you know it
We out here drippin' in finesse
It don't make no sense
Out here drippin' in finesse
You know it, you know it
[Bridge: Bruno Mars & Cardi B]
Fellas, grab your ladies if your lady fine
Tell her she the one, she the one for life (Woo)
Ladies, grab your fellas and let's do this right (Do this right)
If you're on one like me in mind (Ow!)
Yeah, we got it goin' on, got it goin' on
Don't it feel so good to be us? (Ayy)
Yeah, we got it goin' on, got it goin' on (Yeah)
Girl, we got it goin' on
Yeah, we got it goin' on, got it goin' on (Hey)
Don't it feel so good to be us, ayy? (Feels so good on you)
Yeah, we got it goin' on, got it goin' on
[Chorus: Bruno Mars]
We out here drippin' in finesse (We drippin' on them)
It don't make no sense
Out here drippin' in finesse
You know it, you know it
We out here drippin' in finesse with my baby
It don't make no sense
Out here drippin' in finesse
You know it, you know it (yeah, you know we got it goin' on)
[Outro: Cardi B & Bruno Mars, Both]
Yeah, we got it goin' on, got it goin' on
Don't it feel so good to be us, ayy?
Yeah, we got it goin' on, got it goin' on
You know it, you know it
Yeah, we got it goin' on, got it goin' on
Girl, we got it
Don't it feel so good to be us, ayy?
Yeah, we got it goin' on, got it goin' on
You know it, you know it
No Limit
[Chorus: A$AP Rocky, G-Eazy]
If I hit it one time, I'ma pipe her
If I hit it two times then I like her
If I fuck three times, I'ma wife her
It ain't safe for the black or the white girls
It ain't safe, it ain't safe, it ain't safe, it ain't safe
Tell your man pipe up, nigga, pipe up
Hunnit bands from the safe in your face, what'd you say? (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Money, dance, turn this shit into a nightclub
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Post-Chorus: G-Eazy]
Ayy, yeah, fuck with me and get some money
Yeah, ayy, fuck with me and get some money
Ayy, yeah, fuck with me and get some money
Ayy, yeah, fuck with G and get some money
[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
No limit, I'm a fucking soldier, ayy
Always lit, yeah, I'm never sober
It's been three days in a row, your bitch coming over
Told that bitch to kick rocks, she act like it's a boulder, ayy
Rari, shopping, let me, cop it
Always, poppin', hella, poppin'
She's a, bopper, homie, hoppin'
Ain't no, stopping, album, droppin'
Got the city on fire
Bitch lying on me like she tired
I might have to fuck around and call Kamaiyah
Ho stirring up the pot, jambalaya
Young Gerald, ayy
[Chorus: A$AP Rocky, G-Eazy]
If I hit it one time, I'ma pipe her
If I hit it two times then I like her
If I fuck three times, I'ma wife her
It ain't safe for the black or the white girls
It ain't safe, it ain't safe, it ain't safe, it ain't safe
Tell your man pipe up, nigga, pipe up
Hunnit bands from the safe in your face, what'd you say? (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Money, dance, turn this shit into a nightclub
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Post-Chorus: Cardi B, G-Eazy]
Yeah, fuck him then I get some money
Yeah, fuck him then I get some money
Yeah, fuck him then I get some money
Yeah, fuck him then I get some money
[Verse 2: Cardi B]
I need tongue, I need face, give me brain, concentrate
Apple phone, Prada case, kill a weave, rock a lace
Fuck the Moët, buy the Ace, fuck the Ghost, drive the Wraith
Get some money, flood the Rollie, fuck the Rollie, Patek face
My career takin' off, these hoes jogging in place
Swear these hoes run they mouth, how these hoes out of shape?
Can you stop with all the subs? Bitch, I ain’t Jared
If you really want some smoke, you can pull up, you can get it
Grab a hand full of braids, make your nigga eat me out
Put a white boy on Sazón, I might turn G-Eazy out
Keep it G from the club 'til the end from the start
You know me, Cardi B, pussy poppin’ on the charts, ah, ah!
[Chorus: A$AP Rocky, G-Eazy]
If I hit it one time, I'ma pipe her
If I hit it two times then I like her
If I fuck three times, I'ma wife her
It ain't safe for the black or the white girls
It ain't safe, it ain't safe, it ain't safe, it ain't safe
Tell your man pipe up, nigga, pipe up
Hunnit bands from the safe in your face, what'd you say? (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Money, dance, turn this shit into a nightclub
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Post-Chorus: G-Eazy]
Ayy, yeah, fuck with me and get some money
Yeah, ayy, fuck with me and get some money
Ayy, yeah, fuck with me and get some money
Ayy, yeah, fuck with G and get some money
[Verse 3: G-Eazy]
Yeah, it ain't nice, fam
You can study where I'm from on my Viceland
This is nothing new to me, this my life, fam
I can pull a million girls from a mic stand
Pull one at my show 'cause I like fans
Later on, I got two in my night plans
Man this year, I had 300 one night stands
Keep a Costco pack of rubbers in my night stand
Damn Daniel, back again with the, hah, Saint-Laurent
Ayy, they send me product, yeah, it's retarded
Ayy, this was free, ayy, bitch you bought it
Bitch you on my dick, ayy, bitch get off it
[Chorus: A$AP Rocky, G-Eazy]
If I hit it one time, I'ma pipe her
If I hit it two times then I like her (I like her)
If I fuck three times, I'ma wife her (Wife her)
It ain't safe for the black or the white girls
It ain't safe, it ain't safe, it ain't safe, it ain't safe
Tell your man pipe up, nigga, pipe up
Hunnit bands from the safe in your face, what'd you say? (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Money, dance, turn this shit into a nightclub
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Post-Chorus: G-Eazy]
Ayy, yeah, fuck with me and get some money
Yeah, ayy, fuck with me and get some money
Ayy, yeah, fuck with me and get some money
Ayy, yeah, fuck with G and get some money
Foreva
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
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
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
Ran down on that bitch twice
You know me I be with whatever
If a bitch beef with me we gon' beef foreva
Dinero
[Intro: Jennifer Lopez & DJ Khaled]
Me and Benjamín Franco stay at the banco
Getting checks like Nike, everywhere that I go
If you ain't getting no pesos, ¿qué estás haciendo? (J-Lo)
Stack it up like Legos, quiero dinero (Another one)
[Verse 1: Jennifer Lopez & DJ Khaled]
Me and my man, we stack it up to the ceiling (More money)
Cállate la boca, let me finish (More money)
Every day I’m alive, I make a killing (Let's get it)
Yeah, I swear I'ma get it
[Chorus: Jennifer Lopez & DJ Khaled, Both]
Yo quiero, yo quiero dinero, ay
Yo quiero, yo quiero dinero, ay
I just want the green, want the money, want the cash flow
Yo quiero la venta, sí, sin cuenta, sí, lo siento
Yo quiero, yo quiero dinero, ay
Yo quiero, yo quiero dinero, ay
I just want the green, want the money, want the cash flow
Yo quiero la venta, sí, sin cuenta, sí, lo siento
[Verse 2: Jennifer Lopez & DJ Khaled]
Soy la Princesa, San Juan, Puerto Rico
They say money talk, but my talking bilingual
I should be cuffed, though, ’cause I don't do singles
In love with the money, so no need to mingle (Let's ride)
Just back it up, hot talk, yeah, back it up
Holla at that if you actin' up
You ain't got that, you can't sit with us, yeah
Designer frames make you double take
Ben and Andy on a double date
Grant just hit me, said he on the way
[Chorus: Jennifer Lopez & DJ Khaled, Both]
Yo quiero, yo quiero dinero, ay
Yo quiero, yo quiero dinero, ay
I just want the green, want the money, want the Cash flow
Yo quiero la venta, sí, sin cuenta, sí, lo siento (Cardi B)
[Verse 3: Cardi B]
Look, they gon' do what I say so, Cardi B and J. Lo
Talk behind my back, but never up in my face, though
I just want my money, chips, guap, and queso
Y'all can kiss my ass, dame un beso
Dominicana, drippin’ in designer
I got the juice, no Tropicana
I got the box that got the most flavor
Big fat cat like in the bodegas
Still making money moves (Yeah)
Tell me what you think (Yeah)
Merengue to the money (Woo)
Bachata to the bank (Oww)
I spice it up, I’m like sofrito
I need my money, yo necesito
I told y'all, I’m trap Selena
I'll backhand a bitch like Serena
We need the guap, run up in your spot
Put it to your head like, "Give me what you got"
Two bad bitches that came from the Bronx
Cardi from the pole and Jenny from the block (Block)
[Chorus: Jennifer Lopez & DJ Khaled, Both]
Yo quiero, yo quiero dinero, ay
Yo quiero, yo quiero dinero, ay
I just want the green, want the money, want the cash flow
Yo quiero la venta, sí, sin cuenta, sí, lo siento
Yo quiero, yo quiero dinero
Dinero, di- (Dinero)
I just want the dinero, di- (Dinero)
I just want the dinero, dinero
I just want the dinero, dinero
Yo quiero, yo quiero dinero, ay
Yo quiero, yo quiero dinero, ay
I just want the green, want the money, want the cash flow
Yo quiero la venta, sí, sin cuenta, sí, lo siento
[Hook: Jennifer Lopez]
Me and Benjamín Franco stay at the banco
Getting checks like Nike, everywhere that I go
If you ain't getting no pesos, ¿qué estás haciendo?
Stack it up like Legos, quiero dinero
La Modelo
[Letra de "La Modelo" ft. Cardi B]
[Intro: Ozuna]
Oh, oh, oh oh, hmm-mm, oh, hmm-mm
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
[Verso 1: Ozuna & Cardi B]
Yo quiero hacerte tantas cosas sin enamorarte
Quiero que te sientas cómoda, así vamo' aparte
Así como tú quieras te hago el amor
Y pa' mí, modélame, bebé, en ropa interior
[Coro: Ozuna & Cardi B]
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 desesperó
Y de pensar que yo contigo quiero estar
Quiero 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 desesperó
[Post-Coro: Ozuna, Cardi B & Ozuna]
Rapa-pa-pai, rapa-pa-pai (Ouh-oh, oh)
Y rapa-pa-pai, rapa-pa-pai
Así es que la quiero-quiero
Rapa-pa-pai, rapa-pa-pai (Ouh-oh, oh)
Y rapa-pa-pai, rapa-pa-pai
Así es que la quiero-quiero
[Verso 2: Ozuna]
Si la viera', baila hasta sola
Peligrosa como una pistola
Rompe la disco to' el mundo menciona
Pero esa mami conmigo es de cora
[Refrán: Ozuna & Cardi B]
Úsame, báilame ahora
Me mete sudando, su cuerpo demora
De toda' la' babie' ella es la championa
Se pone loquita si me escucha en la emisora, y ahora
Úsame, báilame ahora
Me mete sudando, su cuerpo demora
De toda' la' babie' ella es la championa
Se pone loquita si me escucha en la emisora, y ahora
[Coro: Ozuna & Cardi B]
Y de pensar que yo contigo quiero estar
Quiero 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 desesperó
[Verso 3: Cardi B]
For me to think that you are the one for me
Left your baby mom, now 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 (Want to), huh
That's only if you want to
[Refrán: Ozuna & Cardi B]
Úsame, báilame ahora
Me mete sudando, su cuerpo demora
De toda' la' babie' ella es la championa
Se pone loquita si me escucha en la emisora, y ahora
Úsame, báilame ahora
Me mete sudando, su cuerpo demora
De toda' la' babie' ella es la championa
Se pone loquita si me escucha en la emisora, y ahora
[Coro: Ozuna & Cardi B]
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 desesperó
Y de pensar que yo contigo quiero estar
Quiero 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 desesperó
[Post-Coro: Ozuna, Cardi B & Ozuna]
Rapa-pa-pai, rapa-pa-pai (Ouh-oh, oh)
Y rapa-pa-pai, rapa-pa-pai
Así es que la quiero-quiero
Rapa-pa-pai, rapa-pa-pai (Ouh-oh, oh)
Y rapa-pa-pai, rapa-pa-pai
Así es que la quiero-quiero
Washpoppin
Come on
Be grown, suck a dick, be nasty
Niggas like bitches that pop off and suck dick all day long
I'm a stripper hoe, I'm 'bout this shmoney
Was-was-washpoppin'
Was-was-washpoppin'
I've been tryna get on my boujee shit
Was-was-washpoppin'
I was trying to be like a lady
But y'all be getting me tight!
Woo, 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 the "Player's 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 G's 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?
Bitch, I got ass and titties
F big lips
You niggas want fuck me, F in my bag
Oh, nah, that fake titty overseeing some real shit
You fuckin' boring ass hoes!
Look, real niggas fuck with me, the bad bitches fuck with me
So if you don't, prolly 'cause you broke or you ugly
Real niggas fuck with me, the bad bitches fuck with me
Twerk
[Intro: Yung Miami & Cardi B]
(I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Throw that, twerk that
(I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Shake that, bounce that
(I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Cardi
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
(I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
(Action)
[Verse 1: Yung Miami]
Do it, baby, stick it, baby
Move it, baby, lick it, baby (Do it)
Suck up on that clit until that pussy got a hickey, baby (Bounce)
Watch big, coulda bought a Range Rover (Range Rover)
Chain little, but I spent some change on it (Change on it)
Nigga mad, I'ma put the gang on him (Gang on it)
They'll die 'bout me, they'll bang on him (Facts)
And that ass poke out, lil frame on her (Ow)
Pussy so good he got my name on it (Miami)
Itty-bitty-pretty, I'm the realest in the city
Only fuckin' with the plug, got a nigga worth a billi'
Showin' love, only talk about bands when he hit me
Chose him, he ain't pick me, and we never doin' quickies
[Chorus]
(I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Work that
(I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Work that
(I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Please
(I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Make 'em dance, twerk
(Twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk with her)
Twerk, twerk
(Tw-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk with her)
Twerk, twerk
(Tw-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk with her)
Twerk, twerk
(Tw-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk with her)
Twerk
(Turn the lights off!)
[Verse 2: Cardi B]
Look, this sound like Cardi took the stage (Cardi)
This sound like Cardi with the braids (With the braids)
Jermaine Dupri, baby, money ain't a thing (Ain't a thing)
This pussy wild, they should throw it in a cage (Grr)
See my lifestyle, precise gal (Gal)
I be dripped up and wiped down, uh
I see them hoes lookin' cold, lookin' stiff, uh
Thick bitch God's gift to a dick, woo (Woo)
Drop low, look back, shit fat, shit fat
I just drop-kicked your bag, six pack, six pack
I just jumps on hit charts, impact, impact
Stop that chit-chat, get smacked, bitch better relax
[Chorus]
(I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Work that
(I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Work that
(I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Please
(I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Make 'em dance, twerk
(Twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk with her)
Twerk, twerk
(Tw-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk with her)
Twerk, twerk
(Tw-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk with her)
Twerk, twerk
(Tw-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk with her)
Twerk
(Turn the lights off!)
[Verse 3: JT]
Yeah, I see you show that, but is you gon' throw that?
If you don't let me hold that, you know where the door at (Bye)
Lil flexin' ass nigga, what is that shit? (What the fuck is that?)
Must have me confused for a rap bitch (Hol' up)
Too rude for a soft nigga, need a boss nigga
Floss nigga who don't give a fuck what it cost, nigga (Boss)
I could buy my own, but I'd rather spend y'all's, niggas
Tell them pussy-ass hoes I don't want y'all niggas
Got a penthouse up in the Mandarin (Ow)
So when you get this pussy, better handle it (Catch it)
I'm a top-notch bitch, need some top-notch dick
Smooth like a G5 when you landing it
[Chorus]
(I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Work that
(I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Work that
(I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Please
(I want a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her)
Make 'em dance, twerk
(Twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk with her)
Twerk, twerk
(Tw-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk with her)
Twerk, twerk
(Tw-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk with her)
Twerk, twerk
(Tw-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk-twerk with her)
Twerk
(Turn the lights off!)
Get Up 10
Look, they gave a bitch two options, strippin' or lose
Used to dance in a club right across from my school
I said "dance" not "fuck", don't get it confused
Had to set the record straight 'cause bitches love to assume
Mama couldn't give it to me, had to get at Sue's
Lord only knows how I got in those shoes
I was covered in dollars, now I'm drippin' in jewels
A bitch play with my money? Might as well spit in my food
Bitches hated my guts, now they swear we was cool
Went from makin' tuna sandwiches to makin' the news
I started speakin' my mind and tripled my views
Real bitch, only thing fake is the boobs
Get money, go hard, you're motherfuckin' right
Never been a fraud in my motherfuckin' life
Get money, go hard, damn fuckin' right
Stunt on these bitches out of motherfuckin' spite
Ain't no runnin' up on me, went from nothin' to glory
I ain't tellin' y'all to do it, I'm just tellin' my story
I don't hang with these bitches 'cause these bitches be corny
And I got enough bras, y'all ain't gotta support me
I went from rag to riches, went from WIC to lit, nigga
Only person in my fam to see six figures
The pressure on your shoulders feel like boulders
When you gotta make sure that everybody straight
Bitches stab you in your back while they smilin' in your face
Talking crazy on your name, trying not to catch a case
I waited my whole life just to shit on niggas
Climbed to the top floor so I can spit on niggas
Said, "I was just tryna chill and make bangers" (bangers)
Tell all these old bitches they in danger (stop)
The thing on my hip whip bitches into shape (brrrt)
That's what I call a fuckin' waist trainer
You gon' run up on who and do what? (Who?)
I think y'all got your story screwed up (yeah)
I came here to ball, is you nuts?
I don't want your punk-ass man, I'm too tough (facts)
I'm the one that's killin' shit, hands down (hands down)
If you got a problem with me, say it now (say it)
Cause I don't wanna hear no sneak dissin' (huh?)
Specially not from one you weak bitches
I'm on go like I don't see no stop lights (skrrt)
I'm steppin' out every day, prom night (facts)
So if it's all love, show me love then (huh?)
Cause you hatin' on a bitch, that's what it sounds like
Beast, mode, that's how I give it up, nigga
Hoodie, low, that's how I'm pullin' up
Just 'cause I been on the road don't mean I been on the run
And you gon' have to learn to hold your tongue or hold the gun
(Brrrt, woo)
And we all know you ain't that type (no)
I smack you and the bitch that you act like (yeah)
I started gettin' money, bitches upset (cash)
They remind me of my pussy, bitches mad tight
Nails done, hair lit, keep them both laced (laced)
Co-come through shinin' with a Rollie bust face (shine)
He-headshot, headshot, tell 'em closed case
Ain't no bitches spittin' like this since '08
I don't trust no nigga, I don't fear no bitch (fear no bitch)
Whole life, been through some fucked up shit (fucked up)
They say I'm too that, oh, I'm too this
When you seen what I've seen, you end up like this (woo)
I walked into the label, "Where the check at?" (Where the check?)
Cardi B on the charts, ain't expect that
Where that bitch that was claimin' she a threat? (Where?)
I'ma put a Louboutin where her neck at
They say I'm too ratchet, they say I act wild (I act wild, wild)
I'm tryna whip the foreign like a bad ass child (bad ass child, skrrt)
They caught me slippin' once, tell 'em try that now (try that now)
Cardi B, know it's me, hear that "blap" sound (blap!)
Man, I said we gon' win
Knock me down nine times but I get up ten
Look myself in the mirror, I say we gon' win
Knock me down nine times but I get up ten
Look myself in the mirror, I say we gon' win
Knock me down nine times but I get up ten
Yeah, but I get up ten
Knock me down nine times but I get up ten, bitch (woo)
I'ma make a fuck nigga feel me (yeah)
Said I'ma do a broke bitch filthy (ah)
I'ma make a fuck nigga feel me (grrr)
Said I'ma do a broke bitch filthy (grrr)
We gon' win
Knock me down nine times but I get up ten (woo)
Yeah, I said we gon' win
Knock me down nine times but I get up ten, bitch (grrr)
Cheap Ass Weave
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
So check yourself before you come at me
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
Want My Love Back
[Intro]
Cashflow
Cardi B
[Chorus: Ryan Dudley]
Tell me who do you love, are you for sure?
Tell me who do you love, are you for sure?
Girl ay
Baby tell me where the love at
Cause girl ain't gon' choose that, nah
I just want my love back
I just want my love back
[Verse 1: CashFlow Harlem]
How ya doin' miss? My name is Flow and I'm from Harlem
I'd like to talk to you for a sec if not a problem
I ain't like those dudes you involved with
There's a difference between a dude that wants your number
And the guy that she callin'
And I be your blessin'
Shinin' bright like the VVS
And girl I keep 'em guessin'
Movin' moves, yeah I be finessin'
I'm talkin' Mel Gibson, Danny Glover, yeah Lethal Weapon
Baby girl she a rider, we don't put no GPS in, nah
We just pull up to the scene
I don't want a thot, nah I'm lookin' for a queen
Baby girl dope without usin' the drugs
I just got one question girl, who do you love?
[Chorus: Ryan Dudley]
Tell me who do you love, are you for sure?
Tell me who do you love, are you for sure?
Girl ay
Baby tell me where the love at
Cause girl ain't gon' choose that, nah
I just want my love back
I just want my love back
[Bridge: Ryan Dudley]
Who do you love?
Who do you love girl?
Who do you love?
Who do you love girl?
[Verse 2: CashFlow]
Girl tell me who you with, tell me who you love
Relationship on life support, I came to pull the plug
The nigga you was with back then, he a dub
I'm Curry in 4th quarter for 3, I come up clutch
You my Ayesha, fly diva with five features
Bout to set it off with this queen, no Latifah
So when it hit the fan and that's when my broad creeped up
Pocket dial, she heard everything and had it on speaker, damn
[Verse 3: Cardi B]
Boy tell me who you love, who you wanna be with
Let your girl know it's no need to keep a secret
This thing is like a contract, make sure that you read it
Cause if we fuck once then you signed that agreement, yeah
Now baby look me in my eyes, look me in my eyes
Got a girl tell, come outside, saw her come outside
Yeah, so now your bitch is a dub
So let me know right now nigga, who do you love?
[Chorus: Ryan Dudley]
Tell me who do you love, are you for sure?
Tell me who do you love, are you for sure?
Girl ay
Baby tell me where the love at
Cause girl ain't gon' choose that, nah
I just want my love back
I just want my love back
[Bridge: Ryan Dudley]
Who do you love?
Who do you love girl?
Who do you love?
Who do you love girl?