1 Get Up 10 [Verse] 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 it 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 mothafuckin' right Never been a fraud in my mothafuckin' life Get money, go hard, damn fuckin' right Stunting on these bitches out of mothafuckin' 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 laid, keep 'em both laced (Laced) Co-come through shinin' with a Rollie bust face (Shine) He-headshot, headshot, tell 'em closed case Ain't no bitch 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 shit) They say I'm too that, oh, I'm too this When you see 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!) [Chorus] 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) [Bridge] 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) [Chorus] 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) —————————————— 2 Drip [Intro: Cardi B] That boy Cassius! Cardi! N-N-Non-stop [Chorus: Cardi B & Offset] Came through drippin' (drip, drip) Came through drippin' (drip, drip) Came through drippin' (drip, drip) Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice!) Came through drippin' (drip, drip) Came through drippin' (drip, drip) Came through drippin' (drip, drip) Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice!) Came through drippin' (drip, drip) Came through drippin' (drip, drip) Came through drippin' (drip, drip) Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice!) Came through drippin' (drip, drip) Came through drippin' (drip, drip) Came through drippin' (drip, drip) Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice!) [Verse 1: Cardi B] Give me little something to remember (Cardi!) Tryna make love in a Sprinter (yeah) Quick to drop a nigga like Kemba (go) Lookin' like a right swipe on Tinder (woo) Shit on these hoes (shit) Light up my wrist on these hoes (wrist) Now I look down on these bitches (down) I feel like I'm on stilts on these hoes (woo) Fuck ya' baby daddy right now (right now) Anna Mae, got cake by the pound (pound) Go down, eat it up, don't drown Mac n' cheese in the bowl, how it sound? (sound) I got that gushy Yeah that's a fact, but I never been pussy I've been that bitch since pajamas with footies Won MVP, and I'm still a rookie, like woo I gotta work on my anger (ayy) Might kill a bitch with my fingers (ayy) I gotta stay outta Gucci (woo) I'm finna run outta hangers (woo) Is she a stripper, a rapper or a singer? I'm busting bucks in a Bentley Bentayga Ride through your hood like "Bitch, I'm the mayor!" You not my bitch, then bitch you in danger [Chorus: Cardi B & Offset] Came through drippin' (drip, drip) Came through drippin' (drip, drip) Came through drippin' (drip, drip) Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice!) Came through drippin' (drip, drip) Came through drippin' (drip, drip) Came through drippin' (drip, drip) Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice!) [Refrain: Offset] Bitch you a thot, ain't trickin' (thot, thot) Put her on her knee, make her lick it (lick it) Patek on my wrist, and it's glistenin' (drip, drip) The bitch got mad, I dissed her (hey) [Verse 2: Offset] Shawty, you ain't nothin' to a rich nigga (nothin') I'll put a check on a bitch nigga (brrt) Fuck your whole set and your clique, nigga (fuck 'em) Got a gang full of dud and some broke niggas (dud) Diamonds on me, what's the price? (price) I'm not gettin' involved with the hype (hype) I'm too rich to get into a fight (too rich) 50 racks got my jeans fittin' tight (50 racks) Pay the price and them boys come and wipe ya' (wipe ya') We had to dispose of the diaper (dispose) Yeah we trap every week, every night (woah) Word my move, we too smooth, no indictments (hey) Yeah, freakazoid lightnin' (lightnin') 57 90 in this Breitling (Breit') When I got a mil I got excited (million) For the cash I'ma turn to Michael Myers Baguettes keep dripping, droppin' (drip) My wrist all liquid watches (watch) Told the bitch, "Jump on my dick and pop it" (yeah) Get a little bitch a deposit (hey, brrt) [Chorus: Cardi B] Came through drippin' (drip, drip) Came through drippin' (drip, drip) Came through drippin' (drip, drip) Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice!) [Refrain: Offset] Bitch you a thot, ain't trickin' (thot, thot) Put her on her knee, make her lick it (lick it) Patek on my wrist, and it's glistenin' (uh, drip, drip) The bitch got mad, I dissed her (hey) [Verse 3: Takeoff] Take-Takeoff Came through drippin' (drippin') I ain't never slippin', I'm a pimp (pimp) Fuckin' with a quarter million, nigga, what a feelin' (feelin') Abort the mission, nigga, they be tellin' off and squealin' (squealin') Splash, took a bitch to Piccadilly (splash) Water in my ear, gave a nigga wet willy (wet willy) Came through drippin', spillin' Walkin' with the bag (bag) Tryna get my niggas all a milli, stack it to the ceilin' (ceilin') Shootin' at civilians ('villians) I'm the one dealin', I could make a killin' (killin') Bags, can you smell it when I Vac-seal it? (uh) Flag, nigga, throw it up, don't care about your feelings (fuck 'em) Ooh, what is this? What you wearin'? I be drippin' (what) Cal Ripken's hit a nigga, Ken Griffey (home run) The bitch got thick, so I guess she ate Jiffy When she leave with me, I'ma fly her back to the city (for sure) [Verse 4: Quavo] Go get the bag on the day off (racks) Go get the rings out the playoffs (rings) Pots in the beat, it's a bake off (packs) Fuck on her, then she get laid off (smash) Big boy tools, Maaco (big boy) Make a bitch dance with a Draco (dance) Walkin' with the cheese, that queso (cheese) That's Huncho, fuck the Rodeo (Huncho) Private jet, we don't do layover (whew) One call, I'm havin' your bae over (brrt) Walk out the spot with a makeover (woo) Got her addicted to payola (addicted, hey) [Chorus: Cardi B & Offset] Came through drippin' (drip, drip) Came through drippin' (drip, drip) Came through drippin' (drip, drip) Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice!) Came through drippin' (drip, drip) Came through drippin' (drip, drip) Came through drippin' (drip, drip) Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice!) Came through drippin' (drip, drip) Came through drippin' (drip, drip) Came through drippin' (drip, drip) Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice!) Came through drippin' (drip, drip) Came through drippin' (drip, drip) Came through drippin' (drip, drip) Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice!) —————————————— 3 Bickenhead [Intro] Goes for all my nasty hoes, yeah (A-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright) From across the globe, woo (Hol' up) This goes for all my nasty hoes, yeah (Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright) From across the globe, look, uh [Verse 1] Now, I said luxury apartments (Wow) I'm young and I'm heartless (Yeah) There's a bitch that ain’t my bitch then that bitch is a target (Brrr) Lawyer is a Jew, he gon' chew up all the charges Don't matter if you fuck with me, I get money regardless (cash) [Chorus] That guap, guap, get some chicken Guap, guap, get some bread Guap, guap, get some chicken Guap, guap, get some bread Bitch you pressed, you can flex Get some money, ho, tell me why you stressed [Verse 2] Now I said, hoes down, Gs up (Gs up) You know how I'm rockin', but my watch is freezed up (Ice!) I can't wait until they drop that Lamborghini truck (skrrt!) I'm careful where I park it, hoes will have it keyed up Them bitches getting beat up (Brrrat!) Slim waist, ass fat (fat), my shit is caked up My bad bitch at the bake (yeah), without no makeup This that collard greens, cornbread, neck bone, back fat Get it from my mama and you don't know where your daddy at Knick-knack, paddywhack, give a dog a bone (Bone) Put it on him, then your nigga never comin' home (Home) I'ma flex like a 'roid, I'm a ten, she a 'droid Stupid ho, unimportant, unattractive, unemployed [Chorus] Get some guap, guap, get some chicken Guap, guap, get some bread Guap, guap, get some chicken Guap, guap, get some bread Bitch, you pressed, you can flex Get some money, ho, tell me why you stressed, uh Guap, guap, get some chicken [Refrain] I need that cheese, shorty Show me where it's at (boy, please, whatever) You play with me (Guap-guap, chicken-chicken) I might pop up where you at (boy, please, whatever) You make-believe (Guap-guap, chicken-chicken) Now with me it's only facts (boy, please, whatever) Expensive weave, and my checks is worth some racks, uh [Verse 3] Yeah, pop that pussy like you ain't popped that pussy in a while Pop that pussy like poppin' pussy is goin' out of style Pop that pussy while you work, pop that pussy up at church Pop that pussy on the pole, pop that pussy on the stove Make that pussy slip and slide, like you from the 305 Put your tongue out in the mirror, pop that pussy while you drive Spread them asscheeks open, make that pussy crack a smile Lock your legs 'round that nigga, make him give your ass a child (woo) Gimme some neck, gimme a check Pussy so good, make a nigga invest Get a little spit, I'm gettin' it wet I'll get it back up, just give me a sec' Give him some vag', I'm gettin' a bag Give him some ass, I'm gettin' some Raf When I'm done, I make him cum, but then he comin' off that cash [Chorus] Get you some guap, guap, get some chicken Guap, guap, get some bread Guap, guap, get some chicken Guap, guap, get some bread Bitch, you pressed, you can flex Get some money, ho, tell me why you stressed, uh Guap, guap, get some chicken [Refrain] I need that cheese, shorty Show me where it's at (boy, please, whatever) You play with me (Guap-guap, chicken-chicken) I might pop up where you at (boy, please, whatever) You make-believe (Guap-guap, chicken-chicken) Now with me it's only facts (boy, please, whatever) Expensive weave, and my checks is worth some racks, uh [Outro] Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright —————————————— 4 Bodak Yellow [Intro] KSR It's Cardi, ayy Said I'm the shit, they can't fuck with me if they wanted to I dont gotta dance [Chorus] Said lil' 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 [Verse 1] Now she say 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 get 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 [Chorus] Said lil' 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 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 [Verse 2] 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 is 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 their 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 [Chorus] Said lil' 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 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 —————————————— 5 Be Careful [Intro] Yeah Care for me, care for me, care for me, uh Yeah, look [Verse 1] 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 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 You make me sick, nigga [Chorus] 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 [Bridge] 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 [Verse 2] 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 lust 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 started 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 [Chorus] 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 —————————————— 6 Best Life [Intro: Chance The Rapper] I'm livin' my best life, yeah, yeah I'm livin' my best life Made a couple M's, you know (IGH! Huh!) [Chorus: Chance The Rapper] Said I'm livin' my best life Said I'm livin' my best life Made a couple M's with my best friends Turned all my L's into lessons You see the whip pullin' up, it's like "skrrt" Dreams pullin' up, I'm like "skrrt" I'm livin' my best life It's my birthday, at least that's what I'm dressed like [Verse 1: Cardi B] I'm like Big Pop' mixed with 2Pac, I'm like Makaveli (Yeah) You need some, Little Caesar's pizza, I be hot and ready (Woo) Nigga, you a pussy and a rat, you like Tom and Jerry Nigga, you ain't ballin', you just talkin', that's that commentary (Huh) I was in the field, man, I slaved for this (Yeah) Had to talk to God, dropped down, and prayed for this To my surprise, He replied, said, "You made for this" I seen the car I wanted, then I went and paid for it, cash cash Hit the Tay-K, I hit the race, hit the dash dash That's when they came for me on Twitter with the backlash "#CardiBIsSoProblematic" is the hashtag I can't believe they wanna see me lose that bad They talkin' junk and they stink, these hoes mad trash I'm gigglin', can't let the devil have the last laugh Ain't no more beefin', I'm just keepin' to myself I'm my own competition, I'm competin' with myself (Brrr) [Chorus: Chance The Rapper] I told y'all, I'm livin' my best life (Woo) I told y'all, I said I'm livin' my best life (Ayy) I made a couple M's with my best friends Turned all my L's into lessons (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) You see the whip pullin' up, it's like "skrrt" (Like skrrt) Dreams pullin' up, it's like "skrrt" (Like skrrt) I'm livin' my best life It's my birthday, at least that's what I'm dressed like (Chance, I'm The Rapper) [Verse 2: Chance The Rapper] You don't like money, I can see it your eye You don't like winnin', I can see it in your tie Better be careful with these women when you trickin', send it fly (Sheesh) She count money in her sleep and she don't ever spend the night But she trappin' and she had to make it happen for her life Don't be mad because she havin', shit, you had it your whole life We had baggage on our flight, we had badges on our asses You got passes in your life, you had gadgets on your bike God work magic, God work magic, God work magic in my life (Woo) And that guala like Iyanla 'cause that bag just fixed my life (Woo, woo) And y'all know good and damn well I don't want no champagne (Woo) But can we please get some more champagne? (Ugh) Please, no Andre, G like 'Venchy Reach like 'Bron James, pep talk from Yoncé 'Member my hands had ash like Pompeii Now they hold cash, won't peak like Dante [Chorus: Chance The Rapper] I told y'all, I said I'm livin' my best life I told y'all, I said I'm livin' my best life (Ayy) I made a couple M's with my best friends Turned all my L's into lessons (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) You see the whip pullin' up, it's like "skrrt" (Skrrt, skrrt, like skrrt) Dreams fillin' up, I'm like "skrrt" (Like skrrt) I'm livin' my best life It's my birthday, at least that's what I'm dressed like [Verse 3: Cardi B] I said I never had a problem showin' y'all the real me Hair when it's fucked up, crib when it's filthy Way-before-the-deal me, strip-to-pay-the-bills me 'Fore I fixed my teeth, man, those comments used to kill me But never did I change, never been ashamed Never did I switch, story stayed the same I did this on my own, I made this a lane Y'all gotta bear with me, I been through some things Went from small-ass apartments to walkin' red carpets Pissy elevators, now every dress is tailored This some real-life fairy tale Binderella shit I got further than them hoes said I will ever get And that only goes to show that only God knows I took pictures with Beyoncé, I met Mama Knowles I'm the rose that came from the concrete and arose I'm like gold, I'm life goals, man, I'm chosen, I'm floatin', ayy [Chorus: Chance The Rapper] I told y'all, I said I'm livin' my best life I told y'all, I said I'm livin' my best life (Ayy) I made a couple M's with my best friends Turned all my L's into lessons (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) You see the whip pullin' up, it's like "skrrt" (Like skrrt) Dreams pullin' up, I'm like "skrrt" (Like skrrt) I'm livin' my best life It's my birthday, at least that's what I'm dressed like [Outro: Chance The Rapper] Skrrt skrrt, it's goin' down right now Skrrt skrrt, Jamie Foxx in your town like Skrrt skrrt, money pilin' up, man All the blessings comin' down You don't know 'bout nothin' (You don't know) You don't know 'bout nothin' (Ayy) You don't know 'bout nothin' You don't know 'bout nothin' (I told y'all, I told y'all) You don't know 'bout nothin' (I t-, I told y'all, I told y'all) You don't know 'bout nothin' (Told y'all, I t-, I told y'all) You don't know 'bout nothin' (You don't know) You don't know 'bout nothin' You don't know 'bout nothin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) You don't know 'bout nothin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) You don't know 'bout nothin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) You don't know 'bout nothin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) —————————————— 7 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, bags, I said I like it) 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, bobo, 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) 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) —————————————— 8 Ring [Intro: Kehlani] Ooh, ooh Ring, ring, ring, ring [Chorus: Kehlani] 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 [Verse 1: Cardi B] 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 gon' do 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 Better still wake up to missed calls from your ass, nigga [Chorus: Kehlani] 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 [Verse 2: Cardi B] 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) Once a good girl, watch me turn diva Here goes my heart, I put it on speaker (oh) [Chorus: Kehlani] 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 [Bridge: Kehlani] You used to be on my line On my tick 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 [Chorus: Kehlani] 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 —————————————— 9 Money Bag [Intro] Money bag, money bag Money bag, bitch, I'm lookin' like a money bag (yeah) Money bag Cardi [Chorus] I do the Maybach on Monday, Ferrari Friday This is sweet pussy Saturday, that's just what Plies say I said "Bae, it's a snack," he said it's an entrée With them pretty ass twins, you look like Beyoncé Lookin' like money bag, money bag, money bag, uh (Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah) Money bag, money bag, money bag, uh (Money bag, money bag, money bag) He can tell from the front I got ass behind me And I park my Bentley truck on my Versace driveway (Skrrt) Lookin' like money bag, money bag, money bag, uh (Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah) Money bag, money bag, money bag, woo (Money bag, money bag, money bag) And my bitches with me pretty, too, they look like bridesmaids And they all bloody gang so don't be talkin' sideways [Verse 1] He said I'm protein thick, you look like a dope fiend, sis He make sure he put Cardi down on his grocery list Now why this bitch tryna look on my Snap? I take your man and I won't give him back I just walk into the booth and attack I hit this grind, the roof gon' collapse I been broke my whole life, I have no clue what to do with these racks Wig be laid, waist snatched, ass fat, straight facts Got lips like Angelina, Bentley truck tangerine, unh Tramps jumpin' on my dick, that's why they call it trampoline, uh [Chorus] I do the Maybach on Monday, Ferrari Friday This is sweet pussy Saturday, that's just what Plies say I said "Bae, it's a snack," he said it's a entrée With them pretty ass twins, you look like Beyoncé Lookin' like money bag, money bag, money bag, uh (Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah) Money bag, money bag, money bag, uh (Money bag, money bag, money bag) He can tell from the front I got ass behind me And I park my Bentley truck on my Versace driveway Lookin' like money bag, money bag, money bag, uh (Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah) Money bag, money bag, money bag, woo (Money bag, money bag, money bag) And my bitches with me pretty, too, they look like bridesmaids And they all bloody gang so don't be talkin' sideways [Verse 2] These bitches salty, they sodium, they jelly, petroleum Always talkin' in the background, don't never come to the podium Chef Cardi B, I'm cookin' up, I see you hoes at the stove again While you hoes were sleepin' on me, I made 40 bands by 4pm They be taking shots, miss miss, X and O, kiss kiss Everythin' your nigga want, I'm like a walkin' wishlist I don't understand what this hate is about How you gon' suck yo' man dick with my name in yo' mouth? [Chorus] I do the Maybach on Monday, Ferrari Friday This is sweet pussy Saturday, that's just what Plies say I said "Bae, it's a snack," he said it's a entrée With them pretty ass twins, you look like Beyoncé Lookin' like, money bag, money bag, money bag, uh (Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah) Money bag, money bag, money bag, uh (Money bag, money bag, money bag) He can tell from the front I got ass behind me And I park my Bentley truck on my Versace driveway Lookin' like money bag, money bag, money bag, uh (Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah) Money bag, money bag, money bag, woo (Money bag, money bag, money bag) And my bitches with me pretty, too, they look like bridesmaids And they all bloody gang so don't be talkin' sideways —————————————— 10 Bartier Cardi [Intro: Cardi B & 21 Savage] 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 [Chorus: Cardi B & 21 Savage] Your bitch 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 bitch on molly Bitch, 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 pussy 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 pussy on Offset (Cardi) Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (Who's Cardi?) [Verse 1: Cardi B] Who get this motherfucker started? (Cardi) Who took your bitch out to party? (Cardi) I took your bitch 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 bitch on a bitchy ass bitch Bitch, you a wannabe Cardi Red bottom MJ, moonwalk on a bitch Moonwalkin' through your clique I'm moonwalkin' in the 6 Sticky with the kick, moonrocks in this bitch I'm from the motherfuckin' Bronx (Bronx) I keep the pump in the trunk (Trunk) Bitch, if you bad then jump (Jump) Might leave your bitch in a slump (Your back) [Chorus: Cardi B & 21 Savage] Your bitch 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 bitch on molly Bitch, 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 pussy 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 pussy on Offset (Cardi) Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset [Verse 2: 21 Savage] Your bitch wanna party with a Savage (21) Saint Laurent Savage in an Aston (Yeah) High end cars and fashion (21) I don't eat pussy, I'm fastin' (On God) I'm a Blood, my brother Crippin' Bitch, I'm drippin', ho, 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 titties (21) I'm in a Bentley truck, she keep on suckin' like it's tinted (21) All these VVSs, nigga, my sperm worth millions (On God) The bitch so bad, I popped a molly 'fore I hit it (21, 21) [Chorus: Cardi B & 21 Savage] Your bitch 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 bitch on molly Bitch, 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 pussy 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 pussy on Offset (Cardi) Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (Who's Cardi?) [Verse 3: Cardi B] Step in this bitch in Givenchy (Cash) Fuck up a check in Givenchy (Cash) Boss out the coupe and them inches I fuck up a bag at the Fendi, I fuck up a bag in a minute Who you know drip like this? Who you know built like this? I'm poppin' shit 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 bitch and she naked Ice on the cake when I bake it I'm switchin' lanes in the Range Swap out the dick for the brain Swap out your bitch for your main Swap out the trap for the fame Ice on them Cardi B Cartier frames, bitch [Chorus: Cardi B & 21 Savage] Your bitch 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 bitch on molly Bitch, 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 pussy 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 pussy on Offset (Cardi) Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (Who's Cardi?) —————————————— 11 She Bad [Intro: YG] 4Hunnid! Mustard on the beat ho [Chorus: 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 [Verse 1: 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 ain'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? [Chorus: 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 [Verse 2: Cardi B] Weave long, pussy bald, suck his dick through his drawers Lick the balls just because, lil bitch, I evolved 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) [Chorus: 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 [Verse 3: YG] 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 [Chorus: 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 —————————————— 12 Thru Your Phone [Verse 1: 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 actin' 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? Lil' 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 Left Eye I don't wanna hear 'bout invasion of privacy I had a feeling, it turns out you lie to me I'm holdin' back everything that's inside of me How you out fuckin' with bitches that follow me? [Pre-Chorus: Ali Tamposi & Cardi B] My heart is beating like it's bleeding out You sleepin', you sleepin', you sleepin' You sleeping like a baby Everyone was right about you now, and You creepin', you creepin', you creepin' [Chorus: Ali Tamposi & Cardi B] 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 killin' me, killin' me, killin' me, oh [Verse 2: Cardi B] All I can see is you and her in different scenarios Beyoncé on my stereo, "Resentment" on repeat I'ma make your 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 ho from the bar? You really want them hoes? You can have them bitches You don't even cheat with no badder bitches This shit is eatin' me, you sleepin' peacefully Gettin' more mad at you, thinkin' 'bout stabbin' you Don't even know that you this close to dyin' You gon' wake up like, "Why you got an attitude?" [Pre-Chorus: Ali Tamposi & Cardi B] My heart is beating like it's bleeding out You sleepin', you sleepin', you sleepin' You sleeping like a baby Everyone was right about you now, and You creepin', you creepin', you creepin' [Chorus: Ali Tamposi & Cardi B] 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 killin' me, killin' me, killin' me, oh [Bridge: Ali Tamposi & Cardi B] It's killin' me It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me, oh It's killin' me It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me, oh It's killin' me It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me, oh It's killin' me [Chorus: Ali Tamposi & Cardi B] 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 killin' me, killin' me, killin' me, oh —————————————— 13 I Do [Intro] M-M-M-Murda [Chorus: SZA] 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 [Verse 1: 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, ayy, these heels are Givenchy, ho These are some boss bitch shoes If you ain't no boss bitch, move, ayy For the record, I set record 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 fifteen minutes lasting long as hell, huh? [Chorus: SZA] 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 [Verse 2: 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 Spend 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't make you richer, they can't make you cum (Egh!) [Chorus: 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 —————————————— source: Cardi B - Invasion of Privacy Lyrics and Tracklist | Genius
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