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Look, my bitches all bad, my niggas all real I ride his dick, in some big tall heels Big fat checks, big large bills Front, I'll flip like ten cartwheels Cold ass bitch, I give Ross chills Ten different looks and my looks all kill I kiss him in the mouth, I feel all grills He eat in the car, that's meals on wheels (woo) I was born to flex (yes) Diamonds on my neck I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex (woo) But nothing in this world That I like more than checks (money) All I really wanna see is the (money) I don't really need the D, I need the (money) All a bad bitch need is the (money flow) I got bands in the coupe (coupe) Bustin' out the roof I got bands in the coupe (coupe) Touch me, I'll shoot (bow) Shake a little ass (money) Get a little bag and take it to the store (money) Get a little cash (money) You shake it real fast, you get a little more (money) I got bands in the coupe (coupe) Bustin' out the roof I got bands in the coupe (brrr) Bustin' out the roof (Cardi) I gotta fly, I need a jet, shit I need room for my legs I got a baby, I need some money, yeah I need cheese for my egg All y'all bitches in trouble Bring brass knuckles to the scuffle I heard that Cardi went pop Yeah, I did go pop (pop) That's me bustin' they bubble I'm Dasani with the drip Baby mommy with the clip Walk out Follie's with a bitch Bring a thottie to the whip If she fine or she thick, goddamn Walkin' past the mirror, ooh Damn, I'm fine (fine) Let a bitch try me, boom (boom) Hammer time, uh I was born to flex (yes) Diamonds on my neck I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex (woo) But nothing in this world That I like more than checks (money) All I really wanna see is the (money) I don't really need the D, I need the (money) All a bad bitch need is the (money flow) I got bands in the coupe (coupe) Bustin' out the roof I got bands in the coupe (coupe) Touch me, I'll shoot (bow) Shake a little ass (money) Get a little bag and take it to the store (money) Get a little cash (money) You shake it real fast, you get a little more (money) I got bands in the coupe (coupe) Bustin' out the roof I got bands in the coupe (brrr) Touch me, I'll shoot (bow) Bitch, I will pop on your pops (your pops) Bitch, I will pop on whoever (brrr) You know who popped the most shit? (Who?) The people whose shit not together (okay) You'da bet Cardi a freak (freak) All my pajamas is leather (uh) Bitch, I will black on your ass, yeah (woo, woo) Wakanda forever Sweet like a honey bun, spit like a Tommy gun (brrr) Rollie a one of one, come get your mommy some Cardi at the tip-top, bitch Kiss the ring and kick rocks, sis (uh) Jump it down, back it up (ooh, ayy) Make that nigga put down 2K I like my niggas dark like D'USSÉ He gonna eat this ass like soufflé I was born to flex, diamonds on my neck I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex But nothing in this world That I like more than Kulture (Kulture, Kulture, Kulture) All I really wanna see is the (money) I don't really need the D, I need the (money) All a bad bitch need is the K.K.C (woo) (Money) (Money) (Money) (Money) (Money) (Money) (Money) (Money)
Writer(s): Belcalis Almanzar, Jorden Thorpe, Anthony Germaine White Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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