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Cardi B - Get Up 10 [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cardi B
Cardi B
Vocals
DJ SwanQo
DJ SwanQo
Programming
Matthew Allen
Matthew Allen
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Joseph Tucker
Anthony Joseph Tucker
Songwriter
Belcalis Almanzar
Belcalis Almanzar
Songwriter
James D. Steed
James D. Steed
Songwriter
Klenord Raphael
Klenord Raphael
Songwriter
Matthew Allen
Matthew Allen
Songwriter
Maurice Jordan
Maurice Jordan
Songwriter
Robert Williams
Robert Williams
Songwriter
Jermaine Anthony Preyan
Jermaine Anthony Preyan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brooklyn Johnny
Brooklyn Johnny
Executive Producer
Craig Kallman
Craig Kallman
Executive Producer
Darrale Jones
Darrale Jones
Executive Producer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
DJ SwanQo
DJ SwanQo
Producer
Evan LaRay
Evan LaRay
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Matthew Allen
Matthew Allen
Producer

Lyrics

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 motherfuckin' right Never been a fraud in my motherfuckin' life Get money, go hard, damn fuckin' right Stunt on these bitches out of motherfuckin' spite Ain't no runnin' up on me, went from nothin' to glory I ain't tellin' y'all to do it, I'm just tellin' my story I don't hang with these bitches 'cause these bitches be corny And I got enough bras, y'all ain't gotta support me I went from rag to riches, went from WIC to lit, nigga Only person in my fam to see six figures The pressure on your shoulders feel like boulders When you gotta make sure that everybody straight Bitches stab you in your back while they smilin' in your face Talking crazy on your name, trying not to catch a case I waited my whole life just to shit on niggas Climbed to the top floor, so I can spit on niggas Said, "I was just tryna chill and make bangers" (bangers) Tell all these old bitches they in danger (stop) The thing on my hip whip bitches into shape (brrrt) That's what I call a fuckin' waist trainer You gon' run up on who and do what? (Who?) I think y'all got your story screwed up (yeah) I came here to ball, is you nuts? I don't want your punk-ass man, I'm too tough (facts) I'm the one that's killin' shit, hands down (hands down) If you got a problem with me, say it now (say it) 'Cause I don't wanna hear no sneak dissin' (huh?) 'Specially not from one you weak bitches I'm on go like I don't see no stop lights (skrrt) I'm steppin' out every day, prom night (facts) So if it's all love, show me love then (huh?) 'Cause you hatin' on a bitch, that's what it sounds like Beast, mode, that's how I give it up, nigga Hoodie, low, that's how I'm pullin' up Just 'cause I been on the road don't mean I been on the run And you gon' have to learn to hold your tongue or hold the gun (Brrrt, woo) And we all know you ain't that type (no) I smack you and the bitch that you act like (yeah) I started gettin' money, bitches upset (cash) They remind me of my pussy, bitches mad tight Nails done, hair lit, keep them both laced (laced) Co-come through shinin' with a Rollie bust face (shine) He-headshot, headshot, tell 'em closed case Ain't no bitches spittin' like this since '08 I don't trust no nigga, I don't fear no bitch (fear no bitch) Whole life, been through some fucked up shit (fucked up) They say I'm too that, oh, I'm too this When you seen what I've seen, you end up like this (woo) I walked into the label, "Where the check at?" (Where the check?) Cardi B on the charts, ain't expect that Where that bitch that was claimin' she a threat? (Where?) I'ma put a Louboutin where her neck at They say I'm too ratchet, they say I act wild (I act wild, wild) I'm tryna whip the foreign like a badass child (badass child, skrrt) They caught me slippin' once, tell 'em try that now (try that now) Cardi B, know it's me, hear that "blap" sound (blap!) Man, I said we gon' win Knock me down nine times but I get up ten Look myself in the mirror, I say we gon' win Knock me down nine times but I get up ten Look myself in the mirror, I say we gon' win Knock me down nine times but I get up ten Yeah, but I get up ten Knock me down nine times, but I get up ten, bitch (woo) I'ma make a fuck nigga feel me (yeah) Said I'ma do a broke bitch filthy (ah) I'ma make a fuck nigga feel me (grrr) Said I'ma do a broke bitch filthy (grrr) We gon' win Knock me down nine times, but I get up ten (woo) Yeah, I said we gon' win Knock me down nine times, but I get up ten, bitch (grrr)
Writer(s): Jermaine Anthony Preyan, Maurice Jordan, Robert Rihmeek Williams, Anthony Joseph Tucker, Jordan Thorpe, Klenord Raphael, James Steed, Matthew Allen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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