Bodak Yellow (feat. Kodak Black)

Ayy, ayy, you know, you know why I fuck with Cardi B? 'Cause they be thinkin', they be thinkin' both of us crazy and shit Like this sound like some, some, some, Bodak Orange shit Or some, some Kodak Orange shit, man... like... ayy Said lil' bitch, you can't fuck with me if you wanted to (ayy, ayy, ayy) These expensive, these is red bottoms, these is bloody shoes (Woo, woo, woo! yah, yah, they're bloody shoes, bloody shoes) Hit the store, I can get 'em both, I don't wanna choose (Yah, yah, yah, wanna choose, ayy) And I'm quick, cut a nigga off, so don't get comfortable, look (Woo! yah, yah, yah, bih', don't get comfortable, ayy, ayy, ayy) I don't dance now, I make money moves (Yeah bih', I make money moves, ayy) Said I don't gotta dance, I make money moves, (Woo!, bih, I make money moves, ayy, ayy, ayy) If I see you and I don't speak, that means I don't fuck with you (Nigga, I don't fuck with you, ayy, I don't fuck with you) I'm a boss, you a worker, bitch, I make bloody moves (Yah, I make money moves) I ain't worried 'bout her, that's an old ho You thought I was comin' with my old flow Kodak ain't com to take no photo I don't even pull up in a four door I just hit a lick, hit the load though All my life smokin' on JoJo He was just posted up with dough though Now he gettin' slammed by the popo Thuggish, buggish, ruggish shit I can't leave the streets, I love this shit Never gave a shit 'bout a messy bitch I ain't never take a risk for a petty lick I'm at Digital Heights and I'm goin' on a heist Dead presidents, John Kennedy Dead presidents, pockets Mount Everest When I step on the scene it's a felony (yeah, yeah) Christian Louboutin (yeah) These ain't Louis Vuittons (huh) Hit a Kodak Bop on nae nae I wanna top me a Nae Nae Now I'm in a white whip, no mayonnaise Stole a new car for me, Audi A8 Cardi B brought the beat, told me re-rock the heat Try me, I'll do the race like I'm Tay-K It ain't no flockin' over here, lil' buddy All of us zombies over here, lil' buddy All of us robbin' 'cause they love your money Got our own money, but we love your money Crack a nigga's head wide open like a pumpkin Jaguar F-Type orange like a pumpkin Young nigga, I got old hundreds Smokin' K2 with my bunkie (woo!) Lil' bitch, you can't fuck with me if you wanted to (woo!) These expensive, these is red bottoms, these is bloody shoes (Woo, woo!) 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 (ayy, woo!) I don't dance now, I make money moves (ayy, ayy) Said I don't gotta dance, I make money moves (woo!) If I see you and I don't speak, that means I don't fuck with you I'm a boss, you a worker, bitch, I make bloody moves (Bloody moves, bloody moves, bloody moves...)