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Cardi B – BON lyrics

Fuck all that talking shit
Fuck all that stalling shit
I came here to eat
I ain’t with that starving shit
Been on the hustle since young, so I been involved in shit:
The fakes, the snakes, heartbreaks– I mean all of it
I’m in my zone now and I ain’t gon fold up
They like Cardi all grown up yea bitch I glo’ed up
They ain’t see the blizzard coming these niggas done froze up
They mad they been sleeping on me just be like you woke up
I don’t make scenes I just make movies
Clip after clip after clip call it a uzi
I feel like a bad ass I feel like I’m Boosie
They quick to judge a bitch just wish they knew me
I know a couple hittas done pulled a couple triggers
Violate me they gon come and get you
And I’m tired of y’all baby mamas y’all nothing but drama
Always worrying about the new bitch why you so foolish watching my moves you like how I do shit
I make you feel insecure but that’s not my problem
Just worry about your kid and I’ma keep popping my collar
And for those who want to know I’m not your average hoe
I be on my bullshit, but yea I got standards though
Yeah I fucked a couple niggas pulled a couple tricks
Bust a couple splits sucked a couple dicks
But there is a story to everything and that’s just real shit
My family had to eat and I had to pay the rent
If it’s green I’ma get it please stay the fuck out my business
Bitch try me I promise you get it
Bitch try me there will be no winning
Gotta watch all these faces there’s too many counterfeits
Sometimes when you hear them say I got you you can’t even count on it
That’s why I fuck with my bitches only my bitches
My day one bitches so please do not fuck with my bitches
That’s a brick in your face and you gon need stitches
I see that you moving suspicious
200 dollars, they do you with quickness
That’s word to my niece I’m not kidding
I fuck with them BONs and they get vicious

Cardi B – Bronx Season lyrics

[Intro]
Oh, how you doin’?
I’m alright
(laughs)

[Verse 1]
Now how much times do I gotta prove these niggas wrong?
And how much times I gotta show these bitches I ain’t soft?
How many shows I gotta sell out ‘fore you get the cost?
Why they really tryna front like I ain’t hit the charts?
All these labels, throwin’ deals from left to right
But I ain’t givin’ in until they get them numbers right
All these people think that this shit happen overnight
All that flexin’ they be doin’, shit is all a hype
No tolerance for a hatin’ bitch talkin’ shit
Only time I hold my tongue is when I’m suckin’ dick
So when I see you in the streets, yeah, it’s fuckin’ lit
And don’t be talkin’ all that sorry shit, don’t flip the script
I see the lights, I hear the hype, I hit the mic
I kill the show, I get my dough, I catch a flight
I see a hater, I’m runnin’ down, it’s on sight
I throw my hands, I hit em’ left, I hit em’ right

[Verse 2]
They sleepin’ on me just because I used to strip
But it’s all good ’cause now they wanna get up in my VIP
Blowin’ up my phone, sayin’ everythin’ I touch is lit
Actin’ corn and wanna fuck me like they wasn’t talkin’ shit, woah
I let ’em live, let the shady motherfuckers live
Get them the price then it’s time to show them what it is
Don’t got the bat? Well then what you really tryna pitch?
Don’t waste my time, I ain’t never been no average bitch

[Verse 3]
Not to mention, I did my tour and that shit was winnin’
Independent, the headline, award of feelin’
I thank the Lord for all the blessings that he is given
I love the fans, they fill me up with their ammunition
I don’t really talk shit but now I gotta off this
I don’t know why bitches think we work in the same office
Corny bitches tryna keep up? Look exhausted
Wave the white flag, girl, you might as well just forfeit

[Verse 4]
My ex told me I was never gon’ be shit
Lookie, lookie now, lookie now, nigga I’m that bitch
What you thought? Yeah, you really lost, now you kinda sick
But I ain’t never need a nigga, I was always on my shit, yeah
I used to stare at magazines on the train
Lookin’ at these models like, “I gotta be this one day”
Fuck around, got myself a name, now I’m gettin’ paid
Left the corny bitches in the grave, so they throwin’ shade

[Outro]

Cardi B – Everything lyrics

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

[Verse 1]
Lord forgive me for my sins
Forgive me for the crazy shit I wish I never did
I’m simply just a young hood girl tryna win
I just want it all, and I gon’ pretend
Like I ain’t never had to suck a dick to pay my rent
I’m tryna get my family out the hood and new cribs
I wanna finish paying my mothers new whip
I do it for a cause, so understand the kid
I want my little girl to go to school in Fort Lee
Schools in the hood, got him crazy, man he three
And it’s fucked that it ain’t how it’s supposed to be
He should be counting 123’s and ABC’s
And momma used to beat my ass like every week
That’s because she can’t have nothing but love for me
I wanna spoil her so much, oh lord please
That’s my everything
My everything, my family

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

[Verse 2]
Note to self, for my sister Hennessy
Try and go to school, finish up and get degrees
Don’t be fucking trick niggas, just so you can eat
That’s the shit I did and it really makes me weak
I would close my eyes, dying for it to be over
The thought of a stranger inside, I just can’t be sober
Dirty ass breath, breathing all over my shoulders
Ain’t no bitch gon’ tell you that, just respect the soldier
And I wanna tell my dad, you don’t gotta cab
Drive for two whole weeks just to make a stack
You don’t gotta drive no more, I’m gon’ change all that
I put that on my everything, I’m gon’ pray for that

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

Cardi B – Foreva lyrics

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
Some bitches claim they with the shits but they ain’t with a thing
I spin 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 forgiveness, they take your kindness for a gimmick
I’m just here for business
I’m running down and I’m with it

[Chorus]
Ran down on that bitch twice
Ran down on that bitch twice
You know me I be rude whereva
If a bitch beef with me we gon beef foreva

Cardi B – Got Me Fucked Up lyrics

phone*ringing Yo*

Yo
my nigga Yo
what’s good What?
you doing I’m?
chillin’ and shit what happened Yo
I’m dumb tight right now Like
tell me how this nigga I was in the club and he was dead tryna style on me tryna play me like yo I’m
so tight I feel like these niggas be thinking just because I’m a BITCH like I don’t be having bros to smack a nigga That’s
crazy so what you want me to do What?
I want you to do I? want you to handle that that’s what the fuck I want you to do Aight
aight bet say no more you already know Ima slap his fucking head off his shoulders you ain’t gotta tell me twice Yo
where this nigga gon be at anyway where he gon be at Ima?
check his Instagram and whatever and Ima see where he gon be at tonight I
can do it tonight Or
maybe tomorrow aight just stay on deck Yo
I want you to smack this nigga like if you was his father Ima
violate him That’s
what I want you to do Ima
violate him don’t worry you already I got you sis Aight
then love you bro Alright
love you too you already know

Cardi B – Hectic lyrics

(feat. DJ Hardwerk)

[Intro]
Cardi
Hard work

[Verse 1]
Ayo, step up in the spot, you know who I be
Couple bottles pop in the VIP
Dancin’ all up on the couch, shakin’ my ass
Probably leave with ya man, grand larceny
Bitch, pardon me, you don’t wanna start with me
I be out here gettin’ cash, you be in the thottery
I be in the trap, chasin’ chips like the lottery
You ain’t bout that life, you don’t be like Cardi B
All my gettin’-shmoney hoes, put ya hands up
Yeah, you cute but you gon’ have to pull ya pants up, yeah
I see you over there checkin’ out my thick thighs, tetas
See, I gotta smart mouth and what?
Keep it litty for my city, NYC
Take the whole nut, ain’t worried ’bout no Plan B
Yeah, I’m nasty, lick my lips, blow a kiss
And walk off with a hunnid thou’ on my wrist
Swish, I ain’t with the politics
“A hoe never gets cold,” you know what the motto is
Unless it’s baguettes diamond cuts, gold bottles, bitch
Sittin’ in that 6, frostbite, feelin’ hella lit

[Hook]
Hectic, hectic
When I pull up it gets hectic, hectic
Don’t worry ’bout what’s on my left wrist, it cost a check, bitch
If I’m in the spot, I’m slayin’ shit, I’m in the best fit
Hectic, hectic
When I pull up it gets hectic, hectic
Don’t worry ’bout what’s on my left wrist, it cost a check, bitch
If I’m in the spot, I’m slayin’ shit, I’m in the best fit

[Verse 2]
NY, do or die, yeah I got this
KSR, chill y’all, yeah I got this
40 those, 2 seater in the cockpit
And I’m a freak so you know that bitch topless
You a hot mess, that’s a fact though
Understood the life, bitch, you know how that go
A lot of thots out here plottin’ on my cash flow
But I’m a queen just tryna build the castle
You a fiend, you all up in my asshole
I cause a scene and give you what you ask for
Hair did, manicure, so ready, check
Attitude have to be so petty, yep
I’m in it this year, a minute to spare, I swear
My vision is clear, y’all bitches beware, I’m here
Showstopper, Ms. Life of the party, yeah
Top shotta, no filter, Young Cardi, yeah

[Hook]
Hectic, hectic
When I pull up it gets hectic, hectic
Don’t worry ’bout what’s on my left wrist, it cost a check, bitch
If I’m in the spot, I’m slayin’ shit, I’m in the best fit
Hectic, hectic
When I pull up it gets hectic, hectic
Don’t worry ’bout what’s on my left wrist, it cost a check, bitch
If I’m in the spot, I’m slayin’ shit, I’m in the best fit

Cardi B – Her Perspective (Skit) lyrics

Yo where the fuck was you at?
Fuck you mean you at some club
Bet you at the club got niggas touching on your ass right
Same ass I’m supposed to be touching on right
Bitch you think you cute ohh you think you a bad bitch
Bitch you ain’t shit you trash bitch thot doodle fuck you talking about
What? What? Bitch you crazy I’ll smack the shit out your dumb ass like I did last
Look look look hold on hold on hold on
Yo stop raising your muhfuckin voice bitch you already know what time it is
I don’t give a fuck bitch you know what matter fact close the fucking door cause the neighbors about to see exactly what the fuck is about to go on
Close the fucking door you stupid ass slut
What? I will fucking kill you
You don’t fucking understand I will fucking kill you
I will put a bullet through your fucking scalp you dumb ass hoe
Calm down? Me? What?
Stop screaming stop screaming I don’t want nobody to know what the fuck going on right now stop screaming
Get the fuck off me
Yo look get the fuck out my crib matter fact stay here I’m out and you better be here when I get back you stupid ass bitch
And if I catch you in the club I don’t give a fuck what club it is Ima fuck you up there too

Cardi B – Rollin lyrics

[Hook]
Rollin’, rollin’, all my bitches rollin’
All my bitches rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
All my bitches rollin’ and I love that shit
Them commas comin’
Rollin’, rollin’, all my bitches rollin’
Rollin’, rollin’
All my bitches rollin’ and I love that shit
Them commas comin’ quick

[Verse 1]
Look, show you bitches how to do this shit
Stand back while I demonstrate
Pussy worth like a million dollars
I think your nigga got expensive taste
I’m not a bum bitch, I’m a boss bitch
You sideline, I’m center stage
I don’t even get involved with it
If it don’t make me cum or it don’t get me paid
If it’s not the money then it’s “poof, be gone”
Steal your man with my Doobie on
Whole team full of bad bitches
And that Louis Vuitton our uniform
24 karat my grills, I do what I want
Bitch, fuck how you feel
Fuck a whole check up all on my nails
I pull up in foreign and cut in my wheel, byes, bitch

[Hook]
Rollin’, rollin’, all my bitches rollin’
All my bitches rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
All my bitches rollin’ and I love that shit
Them commas comin’ quick
Rollin’, rollin’, all my bitches rollin’
Rollin’, rollin’
All my bitches rollin’ and I love that shit
Them commas comin’ quick

[Verse 2]
Look, I’m not a rider chick, I’m a driver chick
I could come get you instead
I hope all of your homies got money, nigga
‘Cause all of my bitches got bread
Look, got a home girl out the west coast
Swear to God, I love that bitch
Ask about us, any club
They gon’ tell you we run that shit
I’m like the strip club, Mariah Carey
Dominican, Halle Berry
Hair be laid, bills be paid
Still put bread on my nigga commissary
If I want somethin’, it’s, “Whatever, cop it”
Balenciaga, tell ’em check the closet
Heard you fuckin’ for that extra change
That’s why that pussy got that extra mileage, I be rollin’

[Hook]
Rollin’, rollin’, all my bitches rollin’
All my bitches rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
All my bitches rollin’ and I love that shit
Them commas comin’ quick
Rollin’, rollin’, all my bitches rollin’
Rollin’, rollin’
All my bitches rollin’ and I love that shit
Them commas comin’ quick
Rollin’, rollin’, all my bitches rollin’
Rollin’, rollin’
All my bitches rollin’ and I love that shit

Cardi B – I Gotta Hurt You lyrics

[Verse 1]
You know
I could love you with all my heart
You’re my baby and
And I love you I just
I just feel the need to hurt you
Maybe I’m scorn
Maybe I need a therapist
Maybe I’m petty
I just

[Bridge]
I want to hurt you
I want to hurt you
I want to hurt you
I need to make you sure you remember me forever
E-e-e-e-ever
E-e-e-e-ever
E-e-e-e-ever
(I was raised well)
E-e-e-e-ever
E-e-e-e-ever
E-e-e-e-ever
I want to hurt you
I want to hurt you
I want to, I want to hurt you
I want to hurt, hurt, hurt
I want to hurt you
(Forever)
I want to hurt you
I want to, I want to hurt you
(Forever)
I want to hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt
I want to hurt you

[Beatdrop – Refrain]
I want to hurt you
I got to make sure that you feel me
I need to make sure you remember me forever
I have to show you

[Verse 2]
Hi there
My name is, my name is
Cardi, Cardi, Cardi, Cardi
I don’t know
I love it
I love it
Lonelyness
It fulfills my sorrow
You may think
You may think I have no tomorrow
Its easier to die
Than to live
But I will show you
That I’m strong enough
To use you and abuse you
And I’m gonna live
And I’m gonna win (haha)
I’m gonna win
I’m gonna win
I’m gonna win
I’m gonna win
I’m gonna win
I-I-I-I-I’m go-onna win

[Beatdrop – Refrain]
I want to hurt you
I got to make sure that you feel me
I need to make sure they remember me forever
I have to show you

Cardi B – Intro Skit lyrics

(feat. The Breakfast Club (Power 105.1))

Dj Envy: Morning everybody its DJ Envy, Angela Yee, Charlamange Tha God
We are the Breakfast Club
We got some special guests in the builging

Charlamange Tha God: Our lord and savior Cardi B

E: Cardi B, Cardi B, Cardi B

Angela Yee: Now what about your career as an artist

CTG: And what was your inspiration

Cardi B: Well you know I’ve been writing rhymes and I’ve been into music ever since I was in high school. But you know when you young you have these dreams of becoming this big star or being an artist. But your dreams start getting crushed by priorities and bills you know. After I got kicked out of my house when I was 18, its like I didn’t have 200 dollars to invest in a studio session like I had to pay bills I had to pay my rent. Now that I’m making that shmoney, its like, why not invest on my dreams that I always dreamt of. You know what I’m saying. You got to follow your dreams, like fuck you mean

Cardi B – Leave That Bitch Alone lyrics

[Intro]
Cardi
Cardi B

[Hook]
Leave that bitch alone
Leave that bitch alone
You knew that I was crazy
Why the fuck you took her home?
Now I’m goin’ through your phone
Seein’ all these hoes
You knew that I don’t like her
What type of crazy shit you on?

[Verse 1]
You want me to come to your crib and get comfortable
What if I wanna move in and shit?
I will show up on some random shit
Don’t let me catch a bitch, you wanna chance that shit?
You should just dead it
I swear to God you gon’ regret it
Watch when I start askin’ you:
Why the fuck you take so long to answer my message?
The fuck you gon’ tell me?
Oh, you with the homies?
Don’t even think you can curve me for some other pussy
‘Cause it can get ugly
Boy, I be on some other shit
Just lettin’ you know wassup
‘Cause if I ever find out ’bout that other bitch
Boy, you gon’ get that bitch cut

[Pre-Hook]
I’m not the one
I don’t know why would you try it
Trust me, my nigga, just know I will beat all of them judges
I swear I’m not lyin’
Pussy was good
Pussy was perfect
But watch when I pop all ya tires and key up ya whip
Like, “I hope it was worth it”

[Hook]
Leave that bitch alone
Leave that bitch alone
You knew that I was crazy
Why the fuck you took her home?
Now I’m goin’ through your phone
Seein’ all these hoes
You knew that I don’t like her
What type of crazy shit you on?

[Verse 2]
What if I tell you I wanna be wifey?
What you gon’ tell me, I might be?
Then I’ma want ya password to ya Twitter, ya Facebook
And even ya IG
Boy, it’s a wrap
‘Cause I got the gat
And I will blow all them bitches that’s all in ya DMs
Just don’t call me back, nigga
Please don’t be dumb
My hair always in a bun
You know what that means, I’ll be ready for war
And remember I got a gun
I be on some other shit
Just lettin’ you know from now
So when that time come around and I do catch you lackin’
Move outta town

[Pre-Hook]
I’m tellin’ you
I don’t be with all that crying
If I get her or you fuck with motions
I’m gon’ light ya girl on fire
Pussy was good
Pussy was perfect
But if I ever pop up on you fuckin’ that bitch
Boy, you gon’ need a surgeon

[Hook]
Leave that bitch alone
Leave that bitch alone
You knew that I was crazy
Why the fuck you took her home?
Now I’m goin’ through your phone
Seein’ all these hoes
You knew that I don’t like her
What type of crazy shit you on?

[Outro]
Leave that bitch alone

Cardi B – Leave That Bitch Alone (Skit) lyrics

[Skit: Just Vlad & Cardi B]
Yo what’s good, what you doin’, you goin’ through my phone? Nah you violatin’, wassup?
Oh, so you buyin’ bitches Birkin’s now?
Nah, she got that at Fordham
So you takin’ bitches out to Outback? You know I like that motherfuckin’ rib eye steak out there. Why the fuck would you take that bitch to my motherfuckin’ favorite restaurant?
Come on. It was on a TV commercial, I ain’t spend no real money
So you still fuckin’ with this bitch, huh? So this bitch think that she could take my man from me
No, no this is a girl from Bible study, come on
You got bitches feelin’ confident, huh?
Come on baby, wild, she buggin’. Naw, ain’t nothin’ like that, baby
Oh she buggin’? Now you gon’ see me fuckin’ go buggin’
Yo, you wildin’, chill out, chill out. Come on, baby, chill out, just chill out. Come on, chill out
I got you wildin’ right now, I got you wildin’ right now, give me a second
Come on, what you still scrollin’ for? Ain’t nothin’ in there, come on. What you lookin’ for?
Oh, so you took this bitch to your mother’s house?
Nah, come on, baby
You took her to your mother’s house?
She from Bible study, I told you
You know what? I’ma give you Bible now, I’ma send you straight to motherfuckin’ God!
Yo chill out, baby, come on, relax. What you lookin’ for?
I’ma send this nigga right to God, right now. Where the fuck I put this piece at?
What you lookin’ for?
I’ma show this nigga. I’m not the one to be fuckin’ with
What you lookin’ for? Chill out, baby. Just calm down
Where is it? Where is it? I can’t find it. Ha, got it
The fuck?! Where you get that shit?!

Cardi B – Lick lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Lookin’ like I caught a (Look at me)
Cardi (Look at me)
Cardi (Look at me)
Woah

[Chorus]
Lookin’ like I caught a lick
Run up on me, you get hit
And all my bitches with the shits
Bronx, New York, gangsta bitch
Lookin’ like I caught a lick
Since Day 1, I’ve been that bitch
Got some hittas in my clique
Lookin’ like I caught a lick
Lookin’ like I caught a lick

[Verse 1]
Look at me, look at me
They ain’t like me before, now they bookin’ me
The glow got bitches so shook at me
They like, “Chef Cardi B, what you cookin’ B?”
I say, “Bitches, got me on some new shit”
I swear niggas got me feelin’ ruthless
Too much mo’fuckers done doubted me
That’s why I had to just prove it
I remember walkin’ in the stores, I couldn’t buy nothin’
They look at me starin’
Now I just walk in the stores, I like it I cop it
I don’t even think
Bank tellers asking for info
‘Cause now my deposits on Kimbo
Told that bitch, “Gimme my money
Why the fuck you askin’ all this info?”

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

[Chorus]
Lookin’ like I caught a lick
Run up on me, you get hit
And all my bitches with the shits
Bronx, New York, gangsta bitch
Lookin’ like I caught a lick
Since Day 1, I’ve been that bitch
Got some hittas in my clique
Lookin’ like I caught a lick
Lookin’ like I caught a lick

[Verse 2]
See me in my ‘bach, now they all surprised
Now they call my phone, I just press decline
Not even six seconds, I don’t give ’em Vine
Tell ’em, “Fall back,” all must recline
Bitches mad as fuck but I don’t give a fuck
Niggas can’t believe it, better soak it up
Lookin’ like I caught a lick, bitch
Your nigga got me on his wishlist
Thought I was makin’ no moves?
Thought I was gon’ be livin’ in Sues?
Thought I was makin’ no money?
You fuckin’ thought I was gon’ lose
Everythin’ I did, I swear I got paid
Been ’bout my money, that ain’t gon’ change
Bitch, you gon’ drown tryna ride on my wave
Corny ass bitches, I just can’t relate

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

[Chorus]
Lookin’ like I caught a lick
Run up on me, you get hit
And all my bitches with the shits
Bronx, New York, gangsta bitch
Lookin’ like I caught a lick
Since Day 1, I’ve been that bitch
Got some hittas in my clique
Lookin’ like I caught a lick
Lookin’ like I caught a lick

[Outro]
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me

Cardi B – Lick (Remix) lyrics

(feat. Offset of Migos)

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

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

[Verse 1: Offset]
They know they can’t stop a G
Bitch do not talk to me (yeah)
Diamonds start hittin’, she swallow me (shine)
Play with these racks like Monopoly (racks)
Make her say uh like Master P
Bought the Patek Phillipe, no that bitch wasn’t cheap (no)
These niggas is pussy, they is what they eat (woo)
Show after show, I’ve been countin’ all week (woo)
Lamborghini, I just ordered up three (skrrt, skrrt)
Lookin’ like I hit a lick and fuckin’ on a badder bitch
Fuckin’ on your daughter, ask me how I get the water wrist
Think he poppin’ hard but he really wanna take a pic (flash)
He can’t even believe I done got rich
Woke up this mornin’, I’m countin’ this money
This water drip off me, a fountain or somethin’ (water)
These bitches and niggas not ‘mountin’ to nothin’ (nah)
I keep countin’ this money, I keep countin’ this money (hey!)

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

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

[Verse 2: Cardi B]
Look at me, look at me
They ain’t like me before, now they bookin’ me
The glow up got bitches so shook at me
They like, “Chef Cardi B, what you cookin’, B?”
I say, “Bitches, got me on some new shit”
I swear niggas got me feelin’ ruthless
Too much mo’fuckers done doubted me
That’s why I had to just prove it
I remember walkin’ in the stores, I couldn’t buy nothin’
They look at me stank
Now I just walk in the stores, I like it I cop it
I don’t even think
Bank tellers asking for info
‘Cause now my deposits on Kimbo
Told that bitch, “Gimme my money
Why the fuck you askin’ all this info?”

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

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

[Outro: Cardi B]
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me

Cardi B – Lit Thot lyrics

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

[Verse 1:]
Oh they mad Ima keep them mad oh they hella sick
See me stunting see me getting bands oh yeah hella bricks
Cardi looking good in this shit oh yeah hella fit
Run up on me wrong they pop the trunk on you elephants
You don’t know me hoe you don’t know me bro you don’t know me just move
I A-L-T control delete and get your ass removed
That fuck shit that truck shit I do not approve
You niggas with that shrimp dicks be fucking up my mood

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

[Verse 2:]
Just get up off me just get up off me just get up off me you fake
You talking all that tough shit but quick to talk to the jakes
Let a bitch try me that’s these red bottoms to the face
Nigga hating hoes ain’t got no clout that’s Superman with no cape
All I need is Coronas and I’m set for the night
Let a bitch act up just know it’s on sight
They mad cause my time came and I didn’t miss my flight
Fuck you thought a bitch was gonna be down her whole life
Bitch no

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

Cardi B – Never Give Up lyrics

(feat. Josh X)

[Intro: Cardi B]
Cardi
Josh X

[Verse 1: Cardi B]
I see the pain in your eyes
And truth is, only the strong survive
And you still here, so from here you only gon’ rise
Spread them wings so they can tell you how far you gonna fly
You don’t gotta pop them pills
I know just how you feel
I know there’s a lot of fake love
But there’s love that’s actually real
But that can’t stop you now
You’re already on the battle field
Took everythin’ that came your way
Almost at the top of the hill, fly, baby, fly

[Hook: Josh X]
Never give up
We’re almost at the top of the hill now
It took a long time to heal now
And you know that I know, and you know, and they know
That we’ll never give up
We’re almost at the top of the hill now
It took a long time to heal now
And you know that I know, and you know, and they know
That I will never give up

[Verse 2: Cardi B]
Don’t be so quick to just give in
If you give up now, how you gon’ win?
I know them stressful nights made you and the pills best friends
I know it feels good, but this shit just got to end
I’m countin’ on you, boo
Put this peer pressure on you
If I overcame that shit
I know you can make it too
I don’t want to see you lose
There’s other ways to heal that bruise
I know you can make it to see
What’s at the end of the solution, shine, baby, shine

[Hook: Josh X]
Never give up
We’re almost at the top of the hill now
It took a long time to heal now
And you know that I know, and you know, and they know
That we’ll never give up
We’re almost at the top of the hill now
It took a long time to heal now
And you know that I know, and you know, and they know
That I will never give up

[Bridge: Cardi B]
Don’t jump now
I come for you
I’m here for you

[Hook: Josh X]
Never give up
We’re almost at the top of the hill now
It took a long time to heal now
And you know that I know, and you know, and they know
That we’ll never give up
We’re almost at the top of the hill now
It took a long time to heal now
And you know that I know, and you know, and they know
That I will never give up

[Outro: Cardi B]
I love you

Cardi B – On Fleek lyrics

[Hook]
I pull up, like what’s up, everything on fleek
I do it nice, seven days a week
Like oh my, oh my, oh my God
I don’t do nothing for free you know I got to charge
When I’m done, they be like you better
You better, you better, you better
When that check come I be like
You better, you better, you better

[Verse 1]
I’m Cardi exotic, my ice retarded
I walk in the party get started
Murder scene he want all this
Your bitch I demolish on fleek is what you call it
This not a game, fuck is you saying
Bullshit is something I don’t entertain
Come correct if gon’ call out my name
Not talking money I’m switching these lanes, like swerve
Now watch me, now watch me, swag surf
Boy you better respect the curve
I’m on my bullshit, fuck what you heard
Oh you ain’t know, well you gon’ learn

[Hook]
I pull up like what’s up, everything on fleek
I do it nice, seven days a week
Like oh my, oh my, oh my God
I don’t do nothing for free you know I got to charge
When I’m done, they be like you better
You better, you better, you better
When that check come I be like
You better, you better, you better

[Verse 2]
Fleek the definition of me
I keep it in check papi
I am a whole different breed
I’m Cardi, capiche
Them other ones can’t compete
I make bitches want to retreat
I go to the desert for weeks
When I come back I come back with heat
Now they be all up in my DM
Tryna get Cardi B to PM
I swear to God I don’t see ’em
I’m high up in the hills like The Weeknd

[Hook]
I pull like what’s up, everything on fleek
I do it nice, seven days a week
Like oh my, oh my, oh my God
I don’t do nothing for free you know I got to charge
When I’m done, they be like you better
Do better, you better, you better
When that check come I be like
You better, you better, you better

Cardi B – Outro (Skit) lyrics

(feat. Lisa Evers)

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

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

[Cardi B:]
Yeah thank you very much

[Lisa Evers:]
We really

[Cardi B:]
Thank you for having me

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

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

Cardi B – Pop Off lyrics

[Intro: Cardi B]
Them motherfuckers be like, “But what type of niggas will wife you?”
My type of niggas will wife me! The type of niggas that like bitches that pop off and suck dick all day motherfuckin’ long, bitch
Thanks to all my followers that always defended me, y’all like my god brothers and god sisters. I would dead jump in your fight, I would dead jump in your fight. Now what’s poppin?

[Hook: Cardi B]
Who wanna pop off?
Who wanna start war?
They talkin’ shit?
I’m takin’ tops off
Jeans, off
Weaves, off
Rings, off
Everythin’, off
Who wanna pop off?
Who wanna start war?
They talkin’ shit?
I’m takin’ tops off
Jeans, off
Weaves, off
Rings, off
Everythin’, off

[Verse 1: Cardi B]
I’m startin’ to lose my patience, weak bitches hatin’
Bitches throwing subs like I won’t kick your face in
Baby mama’s mad ’cause I’m in first place, and
When it comes to you bitch, there’s no conversation
I been to give it up grimy, I’m the Bronx bitch, I’m feisty
“Cardi why you feisty?” Shut up bitch, fight me
NY raised and so you know it’s very likely
That when I hear some shit that I don’t like, I get hype B
Who would wanna wife me? Your nigga wanna wife me
You think ’cause I’m a stripper hoe, that nigga won’t think twice B?
Put this pussy on his face, rde that shit nicely
Set his ass up, then you really ain’t gon’ like me
So what you tryna do? You and you and you
I feel some type a way, a bitch finna get loose
Tell me what’s the deal? I’m ’bout to start the hill
The wig is comin’ off, shit ’bout to get real

[Hook: Cardi B]
Who wanna pop off?
Who wanna start war?
They talkin’ shit?
I’m takin’ tops off
Jeans, off
Weaves, off
Rings, off
Everythin’, off
Who wanna pop off?
Who wanna start war?
They talkin’ shit?
I’m takin’ tops off
Jeans, off
Weaves, off
Rings, off
Everythin’, off

[Verse 2: Casanova]
Got beef with Cardi B? I’m poppin’ off
Shit get hectic? I’ma drop it off
Oh you shinin’? Your chain and your watch is off
You was never with this shit, nigga, knock it off
Youse a pussy, and your whole block is soft
You caught feelings, could she ain’t even drop you off
You thought that bag was gettin’ you pussy, not at all
You was gettin’ lied, you ain’t know she made that call
To the dog’s dinner, and they starvin’
I gotta feed all ’em
I’maget that nigga, you gon’ get that bitch
What they thought switched ’cause we both got rich?
Nah, we on the same time
You got yours, I got mine
You got a problem, get in line
It’s Cardi B, and 2 times

[Hook: Cardi B]
Who wanna pop off?
Who wanna start war?
They talkin’ shit?
I’m takin’ tops off
Jeans, off
Weaves, off
Rings, off
Everythin’, off
Who wanna pop off?
Who wanna start war?
They talkin’ shit?
I’m takin’ tops off
Jeans, off
Weaves, off
Rings, off
Everythin’, off

[Verse 3: Cardi B]
Shit, that bitch six three and she bodied
Superman calves, and her shoulder somethin’ retarded
I ain’t backin’ down, Cardi got the heart regardless
You gon’ have to knock me out if you think I’ma forfeit
Gang gang, squad up, and have my niggas all on it
Pay a couple niggas and they had you out in a coffin
And I put that on my life, I really don’t do this often
But the way I’m feelin’ now, like whatever, I’m on it
Have you laid out on the stretcher with your socks off
Had the pastor prayin’, like, “Sorry for your, loss”
Throw dirt on my name, you better pop off
My name ring bells like Mayweather, box off
I’m Cardi B, east coast newest contender
5’3″ lookin’ good with the nails bananas
Freddy Kruger on these bitches, I cut their lights off
Should have read the memo, Cardi B pops off

Cardi B – Pull Up lyrics

[Hook]
Hella fake, you better pull up on me
I hope you feel the same when you see my face, you better pull up on me
Ain’t no backin’ down, prepared to shake, you better pull up on me
Now you wanna be my friend, no you ain’t safe, you better pull up, homie
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up on me
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up on me
I heard you talkin’ cray, I know you hella fake, you better pull up on me
I hope you feel the same when you see my face

[Verse 1]
No, I don’t think they know
They don’t know how this go
They think I’m broke
What a fuckin’ joke
When I walk in the door, I gets my dough
Then a bitch get low
I used to kill them poles, now I kill them shows
They don’t like my growth, well fuck ya hoes
Yeah, ’cause all my bitches that be gettin’ with me
If I put a fifty, they gon’ put a fifty
Every night, ask Sue’s rendezvous
It was Kita, Sweetness, and Ashanti with me
I had to go get it on some real shit
If you a real bitch ,you gon’ feel this
Every single nigga that came my way
I finesse and juug on some ill shit
So much people think they know my pussy
But no one can say they fucked
Please show me hoe facts
Name-drop, round ’em up
That bum bitch like to run her mouth
I swear to God I’ma lay her out
When I catch you on the side of town
My Guiseppe heels gonna stomp you out
I’m tired of playin’, I’m tired of playin’
I’ma give you hell, you gon’ think I’m Satan
I see you mad ’cause I’m ’bout to have this whole shit on lock
Incarceration
Someone gave you wrong information
You try to play me, that’s confirmation
But it’s all good ’cause when you see my face
Shit don’t come out like it’s constipation

[Pre-Hook]
You stuck, bitch, yeah
I know it sucks, bitch, yeah
Pull up, bitch, yeah
Like wassup, bitch, yeah

[Hook]
Pull up on me
I heard you talkin’ cray, I know you hella fake, you better pull up on me
I hope you feel the same when you see my face, you better pull up on me
Ain’t no backin’ down, prepared to shake, you better pull up on me
Now you wanna be my friend, no you ain’t safe, you better pull up, homie

[Verse 2]
Let’s go, I mean come on now, who you tryna flex for?
Why you actin’ like I won’t leave you down in the ground?
But you knew what it was from the get-go
That Cardi on some new shit
Get that money then I go flip
Some people think I’m just a dumb bitch
If that was true I wouldn’t have shit, yeah
Bronx bitch ’til the day I die
I did my dirt and I ain’t gotta lie
You can talk crazy on IG
But when I run up, let them hands fly
I don’t fuck around with no fuckin’ clowns
Any niggas with me, they fuckin’ hounds
Any bitches with me, they fuckin’ down
So if you really ’bout it, then pull up now

[Pre-Hook]
You stuck, bitch, yeah
I know it sucks, bitch, yeah
Pull up, bitch, yeah
Like wassup, bitch, yeah

[Hook]
Pull up on me
I heard you talkin’ cray, I know you hella fake, you better pull up on me
I hope you feel the same when you see my face, you better pull up on me
Ain’t no backin’ down, prepared to shake, you better pull up on me
Now you wanna be my friend, no you ain’t safe, you better pull up, homie

Cardi B – With That lyrics

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

[Verse 1]
No I’m not cool, ’cause bitch I’m bool
And I’m been jacking that ever since school
So don’t be a fool
Run up on me got mechanics with tools
And they ain’t scared to lose
They had me on snooze
Now when I host it’s is a zoo
When the host is a zoo
Got me a check I got a check
Feeling so blessed
Doing a lot more than what they expect
I’m in my prime everything in effect
And I’m so cool with that
This hustle not new to that
Sell out these spots got ’em thinking like who did that
This new bitch from the Bronx
The one that you slept on for so long so cool all that, cool all that

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

[Verse 2]
He want to dab in this pussy but I don’t think he get the picture
He ask me what I want I tell him, make me look like Sub-Zero sister
I’m talking that ice, just ignore the price or I might just dismiss ya
Don’t do broke niggas, ain’t no joke nigga ’cause the pussy delicious
Bitches mad at me cause I’m on my shit
I know they doubted me cause I used to strip
Blew on IG on some regular shit, then she to TV on some degular shit
When I pull up on that bitch for talking that shit amnesia kick in and I swear they forget
Then I think to myself they ain’t fuck with my money then I keep it pushing watch out lil’ bitch

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

Cardi B – Sauce Boyz lyrics

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

[Chorus:]
I dont do no sauce niggas (lil bitch)
Pop a pill I abort niggas (lil bitch)
And I don’t save them I export niggas (lil bitch)
You niggas ass salad tossed niggas (lil bitch)
(Repeat)

[Verse 1:]
Always talking about what you got so what you got
Always talking about you run that block nigga really what block
Always talking about your shooters ha, so who y’all shot?
Always talking about your foreign whips nigga, really what lot?
Always talking about y’all niggas scam okay you scam
But your bank account got 0 dollars, so what’s the plan?
Boy you lying using hella filters this ain’t the gram
Boy I’m hot I use you to cool me down nigga you a fan

[Chorus:]
I dont do no sauce niggas (lil bitch)
Pop a pill I abort niggas (lil bitch)
And I don’t save them I export niggas (lil bitch)
You niggas ass salad tossed niggas (lil bitch)
(Repeat)

[Verse 2:]
Some of you niggas is really too soft
I do y’all like frisbees you niggas get tossed
Always emotional blinging my line go find Nemo and nigga get lost
Cannot talk spicy cause you are not hot
You are just sauce
You bought me a chain, a ring, and a watch but how much it cost
It’s not expensive then he is a not I’m cutting him off
They be like Cardi why you so cold nigga I don’t defrost
And I mean it y’all fiending why you scheming
You sauce you false won’t comment I red beam him

[Chorus:]
I dont do no sauce niggas (lil bitch)
Pop a pill I abort niggas (lil bitch)
And I don’t save them I export niggas (lil bitch)
You niggas ass salad tossed niggas (lil bitch)
(Repeat)

Cardi B – Selfish lyrics

I gave you more than I give myself
So loyal to you that I betray myself
Well I guess Ima wither away

You a snake and you chose to slither today
I gave my all my love and my trust but
I guess my all just wasn’t enough
Yeah there’s something about you I can’t help it
But Ima do for myself I’m being selfish

Babe your melody is the voice I need makes me skip a beat yeah
And baby you know it yeah
But it’s hard to show it
See the one I love used to be in clubs used to fuck with thugs yeah
And I can’t expose it yeah cause she already know it yeah
But why don’t you ask me
Why is it so hard to fall in love
Why don’t you ask me
Why can I never ever ever try
Why don’t you ask me
Why everything is going this way
Why don’t you ask me
I guess we don’t know
They say the one that you truly love hurts you the most
Now the one that I truly love hurt me the most
Now the one that you truly love is hurting you the most
I guess I’ll never know
Why I got so cold
It’s not your fault

Be selfish, be selfish, be selfish Withering away as I gaze at the sky looking at his face and all the pain it’s caused me
I ask why
Didn’t I love
Didn’t I give you more than I ever gave myself
What do you wish cause that part of me no longer exist
This time I’m first, I’m picking me
I finally learned to be selfish

Cardi B – Trick lyrics

[Chorus:]
Boy you a trick trick trick trick trick trick
You ain’t nothing but a trick trick trick trick trick
You catching feelings like a hoe you’s a trick trick trick trick trick
No love no love for a trick trick trick trick trick
No love no love for a

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

[Chorus:]
Boy you a trick trick trick trick trick trick
You ain’t nothing but a trick trick trick trick trick
You catching feelings like a hoe you a trick trick trick trick trick
No love no love for a trick trick trick trick trick
No love no love

[Verse 2:]
Rule #7 when you take me out to eat after that day you can’t see me for the week
Rule #8 you can’t call me babe boy we don’t relate let’s get that shit straight
Rule #9 I ain’t tryna wine and dine I’m just tryna shop bust a nut then goodbye
Rule #10 when that bank account ends I find a new trick let the new games begin
I’m such a hoe ass bitch
Big thot big thot
You thought I like you for you noooo
You think we have something in common

[Chorus:]
Boy you’s a trick trick trick trick trick trick
You ain’t nothing but a trick trick trick trick trick
You catching feelings like a hoe you’s a trick trick trick trick trick
No love no love for a trick trick trick trick trick
No love no love for a

Cardi B – Trick (Skit) lyrics

(feat. Haitian V)

Haitian V: Wha- come one man!

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

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

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

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

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

Haitian V: Let’s stop this – this garbage foolishness. Okay baby?

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

Haitian V: Cardi

Cardi B: Don’t call me baby

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

Cardi B: F*cking

Haitian V: Nigga? I don’t know what I’m supposed to call you –

Cardi B: I’m a f*cking punch him. This is why I need another one

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

Cardi B: Alright, alright!

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

Cardi B: Oh my God!

Haitian V: And then you treat me like garbage baby

Cardi B: I already told you already, because you’s a you’s a

Cardi B – Trust Issues lyrics

[Chorus:]
I don’t really trust them no more
All these bitches do is talk behind your back that’s a no go
And I don’t really stress it no more
Getting all this money made my heart so cold
Middle finger up to you hoes
Hating on me I’m making moves on the road though
And I don’t really trust them no more
I don’t really stress it no more
I don’t be trusting them
I don’t be stressing them
I swear I just flex on them
I swear I just flex on them

[Verse 1:]
Carbi B, me bad one
You bitches sad ones
I just get my money and I style on them
All them bitches broke and they mad I just dab on them
Wave bye hit the gas on them
200 on the dash on them
I don’t say much I just swag on them
I be killing them I go Fab on them
Left right throwing jabs at them
Night night Ima black on them
Hit the game raw no magnums
Can’t stop winning God finna go platinum

[Chorus:]
I don’t really trust them no more
All these bitches do is talk behind your back that’s a no go
And I don’t really stress it no more
Getting all this money made my heart so cold
Middle finger up to you hoes
Hating on me I’m making moves on the road though
And I don’t really trust them no more
I don’t really stress it no more
I don’t be trusting them
I don’t be stressing them
I swear I just flex on them
I swear I just flex on them

[Verse 2:]
NY Cardi next in line
Yeah it’s my time real hittas gonna respect mine
I got deadlines
Ima hit the headlines ain’t no bed time young boss nigga I ain’t lying
I fuck shit up then I come for my checks
What you expect Cardi in full effect
I see they mad
I see they vexed
But it’s not my fault when I shoot it’s all net
Like swish now they look at the flick of the wrist
They sending shots but I swear it’s all miss
Cardi fall off yeah bitch you wish
You must be drunk off all of those liqs

[Outro:]
I don’t be trusting them
I don’t be stressing them
I swear I just flex on them
I swear I just flex on them
NY Cardi next in line
Yeah it’s my time real hittas gonna respect mine
I got deadlines
Ima hit the headlines ain’t no bed time young boss nigga I ain’t lying

Cardi B – Wash Poppin lyrics

[Hook]
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

[Verse 1]
Lil trick go bust a band on a bitch
Now give me all that money you be spending on your chick
Now give me all that money you be spending on your kid
Now give me all that money you been stacking for your rent nigga
I’m just into making money I ain’t into making love
When you hear that stripper hoe I’m the one you thinking of
I’m the bitch they love to hate I’m the bitch they hate and love
Yellow bitch I look like Diamond in Playas Club
You want to be my main squeeze baby don’t you
You want to give a bitch a seed baby don’t you
You hit the club with 20 Gs baby don’t you
And spend that all on Cardi B baby don’t you
I need like 10k right now
I need like 20k right now
I need like 50k right now
All you broke niggas get out the way right now

[Hook]
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

[Bridge]
Real niggas fuck with me the bad bitches fuck with me
So if you don’t it’s probably cause you broke or you ugly
Real niggas fuck with me the bad bitches fuck with me
So if you don’t it’s probably cause you broke or you ugly
Every time that I’m on the road popping
Every time that I do a show popping
When I put this pussy on the pole popping
Friends want to have these cornrows popping

[Hook]
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

Nelio – Brauner Opfi lyrics

Du lebst in ana gfährlichen Zeit
Des is wos du täglich heast
Die Eskalation is nimma weit
Fuat is boid ois wos da kead

Von Überwochung und Sicherheit
Wüst jetzt unbedingt mehr
Vertrauen in die Menschlichkeit
Host scho long nimma mehr

Dei Angst die wochst
Vor lauter schaun’ wos ois ned passt
Dei Angst die mocht
Dass’d nimma siagst wos’d host

Sche longsom glaubst von’d blauen Leid
Dass’d fremd wirst in deim Lond
Toleranz und Offenheit
Wer’n da unbekonnt

Deine Werte über’n Haufen schmeißt
Dei Gewissen wird koid
Der Opfi in den’st einibeißt
Is bitter, braun und oid
Bitter, braun und oid

Dei Angst die wochst
Vor lauter schaun’ wos ois ned passt
Dei Angst die mocht
Dass’d nimma siagst wos’d host

Hier die Schlagzeilen:
Sind am Rande eines Krieges mit dem nahen Osten
Sieben Festnahmen nach Terrorattacke
Die verzweifelte Flucht vor dem Todes-Lkw
Drei Minuten des Horrors
Täter ist Anhänger einer Terror Organisation
Es wird ein islamistischer Hintergrund vermutet
Luftangriff in Syrien
Neues Massaker schockt die Welt
Zahl der Opfer steigt
Vermisste Studentin tot in Donau gefunden
Attentat mit Auto und Messer
Opfer schwer verletzt

Dei Angst wird Hass
Auf Menschen, die du goa ned kennst
Dei Angst wird Hass
Und die’sd am liabsten niederrennst
Dei Angst wird Hass
Und du a braunes Schlossgespenst
Dei Angst wird Hass
Doch der hod no nia wos gnutzt
Der hod no nia wos gnutzt

Lyrical TIP – Moreki Like lyrics

[Verse 1]
Now tell’em who the baddest/
Michael Jackson yellow, the booty fat as a/mother that could never control her habits/
Was a regular face at these beauty pageants/
All the average dudes can handle/
But they lacking the funds to produce and manage/
The ambition of hunny to do the damage/
In the land of ‘economic future status’/
She got no money but she ball like that/
Hunnids at the mall like that/
All type stacks/
Never with a card like that/
Debit is a chore like that/
All eyes back/
Whenever she walk like that/stiletto and a jaw lie flat/
All type kats/
Saying that’s a broad I’d smash/
Rich niggaz fall like that/raw type facts

[Chorus]
How many broke bitches in the building
Still got a drink in they hand and straight chillin’ like…
Moreki like!
Woza x3
Moreki like!
Woza x3
[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Let’s get a round for the hunny at the back with the glasses sitting all alone… (Whaaat!)
Let’s get a round for the hippie-type chick with the dreadlocks, ring in her nose… (Whaaat!)
Let’s get a round for the yellow bone crew with the Gucci bags sitting on the throne… (Owww!)
…of vip/
The king I be/
Before a nigga let you in let me see id/
Man this nigga put it on with the figures/
I’m talkin’ Dom Perignon type dealings/
Man he buy a couple rounds for a giggle/
Hand up on her thigh then he gone with the visit../
And he made a young call when he did this/
Sayin’ that he gone for the business/
Took his wedding ring off for the killers/
And he put it back on when he home with the Mrs

Hook [Chorus]
How many broke bitches in the building
Still got a drink in they hand and straight chillin’ like…
Moreki like!
Woza x3
Moreki like!
Woza x3
[Repeat Chorus x3]

NewFLO O X Z – Wake X Bake lyrics

[Hook]

Wake Bake / Wake Bake / Wake Bake
Wake Bake / Wake Bake / Wake Bake Wake Bake / Wake Bake / Wake Bake
Wake Bake / Wake Bake / Wake Bake
Wake Bake / Wake Bake / Wake Bake
Wake Bake

O’Lo [verse]

Wake Bake / high stakes / brick Flip / pan cakes / Jake coming / we dumbing /
Get caught / keep running / Blow smoke /
Pitch coke / broke niggas all jokes /
Bad bitch I poke / slide in em like slopes /
Backwood / all good
Swisher sweets / all wood / I’m blowing smoke / she blow job/
Get done / she blow loud / love this shit indeed / Good grade / no Seeds /
Gotta friend in me / California Bud-dy/

[Hook]

Wake Bake / Wake Bake
(Before I start my day)
(Before I count the cake)

Wake Bake / Wake Bake
(Before I load the K)
(Before I count the cake)

Wake Bake / Wake Bake
(Before I fade away)
(take my mind away)

Wake Bake / Wake Bake /
(Before I fade away)
(I blow my mind away)

Zee [verse]

Blown my mind away / take take my mind away / I can’t feel my face / roll another J/
Jordan Fade away / gotta pay to play/
Loading up the kk/ take another vacay/
Gon let em hate / sliding in the wraith /
Scooping up the cake / blown it in their face / bad mon shit / your don’t wanna romp with me / bad mon shit / you don’t wanna fuck with Zee/ Wake x Bake / High Stakes / dinner plate / flip it outta state /
A Hundred on the tape/ A Hundred on the drapes / A Hundred in the safe / that’ll beat the case/

[Hook]

Wake Bake / Wake Bake
(Before I start my day)
(Before I count the cake)

Wake Bake / Wake Bake
(Before I load the K)
(Before I count the cake)

Wake Bake / Wake Bake
(Before I fade away)
(take my mind away)

Wake Bake / Wake Bake /
(Before I fade away)
(I blow my mind away)