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They gave a bitch two options: stripping 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 in Sue's Lord only knows how I got in them shoes I was covered in dollars, now I'm dripping 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 making tuna sandwiches to making the news I started speaking my mind and tripled my views Real bitch, only thing fake is the boobs Get money, go hard, you're motherfucking right Never been no fraud in my motherfucking life Get money, go hard, damn fucking right Stunt on these bitches out of motherfucking spite Ain't no running up on me, went from nothing to glory I ain't telling ya to do it, I'm just telling my story I don't hang with these bitches 'cause these bitches be corny And I got enough bras, ya ain't gotta support me I went from rag to riches, went from way too 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 smiling in your face Talking crazy on your name, trying not to catch a case SongtexteI waited my whole life just to shit on niggas Climb to the top floor so I can spit on niggas Said "I was just trying to chill and make bangers" Tell all these old bitches they in danger The thing on my hip whip bitches in to shape That's what I call a fucking waist trainer You gon' run up on who and do what? I think ya got your story screwed up I came here to ball, is you nuts? I don't want your punk-ass man, I'm too tough I'm the one that's killing shit, hands down If you got a problem with me, say it now 'Cause I don't wanna hear no sneak dissing 'Specially not from one you weak bitches I'm on the go like I don't see no stop lights I'm stepping out every day, prom night So if it's all love, show me love then 'Cause you hating 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 pulling 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 And we all know you ain't that tight I smack you and the bitch that you act like I started getting money, bitches upset They remind me of my pussy, bitches mad tight Nails done, hair lit, keep them both laced Come through shinning with them Rollies bust face Headshot, headshot, tell 'em closed case Ain't no bitches spittin' like this since 08' I don't trust no nigga, I don't feel no bitch Whole life been through some fucked up shit They say I'm too that, oh, I'm too this When you seen what I've seen, you end up like this I walked into the label, "where the check at?" Cardi B on the charts, you can expect that Where that bitch that was claiming she a threat? I'ma put a Louboutin where her neck at They say, I'm too ratchet They say, I act wild I'm Chyna wit' the porn Like a bad ass child They caught me slippin' once, tell 'em 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 I'ma make a fuck nigga feel me Said I'ma do a broke bitch filthy I'ma make a fuck nigga feel me I'ma do a broke bitch filthy We gon' win Knock me down nine times, but I get up ten Yeah I said we gon' win Knock me down nine times, but I get up ten Bitch! Aus Songtexte Mania