Lick - Cardi B Lyrics

Lick - Cardi B Lyrics

[Intro]

Yeah

Lookin' like I caught a (Look at me)

Cardi (Look at me)

Cardi (Look at me)

Woah

[Hook]

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, "Shit, Cardi B what you cookin' bih?"

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-Hook]

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

[Hook]

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-Hook]

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

[Hook]

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

Trust Issues - Cardi B Lyrics

Trust Issues - Cardi B 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

Foreva - Cardi B Lyrics

Foreva - Cardi B Lyrics

[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

[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 rude whereva

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 spend 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

Red Barz - Cardi B Lyrics

Red Barz - Cardi B Lyrics

[Intro]

Uh, yeah

Some regular degular, bloody bars

[Verse]

I swear to God, they ain't wanna see me leave the club

Got up on my shit and now they scared to show me love

They'd rather see me on the pole twerkin' it for dubs

I guess I really gotta show them what the fuck is up

I'm on some other shit, that Cardi B gutta shit

Every time I catch a hating bitch, she on her stutter shit

Can't finish her words but on Instagram thuggin' shit

You set yourself up, don't make it seem like I be buggin', bitch

And niggas hatin' on me, really be upset

I don't know, make me wonder what you got between your legs

You a real nigga mad at a bitch for getting bread?

You's a bitch from birth, you just grew a third leg, woo!

Bite down, bite down, it was crunch time

Yeah I skip all of them bitches in the lunch line

I put in work, now I'm here at the front line

Ready for the bullshit, I swear it's on my bloodline

Touch mine, getting slumped, slimed one time

Pump blind, bitches quick, then I dump mine

Pull up with the Gucci clutch, spitting clutch rhymes

Flyer than a big big B with a Blood tie

Don't do much, he get hard when I bust wines

No straws for this juice box, got one time

Last nigga I was with went insane

'Cause my head game over hills like I'm lookin' for the sunshine

I'm a Bronx bitch birthed from the hip-hop

From the block to the tick tock in the Patek watch

Quick drop with the cash, couldn't fit the Ziploc

Grips locked, get your shit popped in my flip flops

Wealthy now, but every dollar, I still want it all

Now he wanna nail me, I could give your man a cure

You gotta mail me, but I don't check my spam at all

Never feel what you're sayin' like I'm usin' Anbesol

Travel all around the states getting nice checks

I was tourin' off a tape, I had a hype set

Is that the reason all these niggas wanna pipe next?

I'm a creep, bitch, see his dick through his Nike Tech

Got 'em all scared, I ain't even strike yet

Wire up jaws when I swing if the mic stretch

I recall, took the right steps, had a shot

So I took the shit, now this game gon' need a life vest

[Outro]

Uh

I said, woo!

Huh

Cheap Ass Weave - Cardi B Lyrics

Cheap Ass Weave  - Cardi B Lyrics

[Verse 1]

The nerve of you bitches

Like, oh my God, I got no words for you bitches

Like, who's really serving you bitches?

I need some answers, I'm worried for bitches

Like, this really absurd

No wonder these niggas stay curving you bitches

Don't even take no more selfies

That weave don't even deserve any pictures

Like, where did you buy that shit?

Who really acknowledged it?

What made you feel that you would be lit if you went and copped that shit?

They tell you ya look good?

Wasn't you iffy?

Oh, I know, they tell you that you get two bundles for fifty

Girl, you ain't low

I know how this go

Cheap shoes is okay, cheap dress is okay, but cheap weave is a "no"

Don'tcha do it to yourself that's bad for your health

Don't fuck up your flow

Talk shit about me with ya dusty ass weave?

Now you outta control

I'm Cardi B, I come through and I kill everything, everything and that's a fact

Got me on my hitman shit like brrap-brrap-brrap-brrap-brrap-brrap-brrap

I'm fully reloaded, full clip

I cut to the chase, snip-snip

That weave gotta go, pink slip

Looking washed up, drip-drip

[Pre-Chorus]

I can't believe it

This is insane

How can you talk about me when your weave is inside of the grave?

(It's dead, bitch)

I can't believe it

Or is it just me?

But why all these bitches just walking the streets with some cheap ass weave

[Chorus]

Cheap ass weave

Cheap ass weave

How everything on fleek when you got some cheap ass weave?

Cheap ass weave

Cheap ass weave

Don't even step to me if you got some cheap ass weave

[Verse 2]

Cardi B killing shit, I'm causing casualties

I am a masterpiece, you are a tragedy

Finish you like Mortal Kombat; fatality

I got shit jumping like What a Time...

Like Jumpman, Jumpman

That weave you got should be a crime

You got no luck, man

And how you niggas even let them in the crib with that?

You know that weave stink, that shit need a Tic Tac

Now you tell me you pulling hair off your pillows, hair off the sheets, and even hair out your asscrack

So cheap weave is okay? I think I missed that

I see a track showing, you need to fix that

You got a braid loose, you need to twist that

You got it fucked up, I would never pick that

Lady Leshurr done told y'all to go brush your teeth

But after you done, you leave the crib with that cheap ass weave?

I'm begging Lord, oh God, oh God, oh please, oh please

Please just bless these thots, these thots with they cheap ass weave

[Pre-Chorus]

I can't believe it

This is insane

How can you talk about me when your weave is inside of the grave?

(It's dead, bitch)

I can't believe it

Or is it just me?

But why all these bitches just walking the streets with some cheap ass weave

[Chorus]

Cheap ass weave

Cheap ass weave

How everything on fleek when you got some cheap ass weave?

Cheap ass weave

Cheap ass weave

Don't even step to me if you got some cheap ass weave

Stripper Hoe - Cardi B Lyrics

Stripper Hoe - Cardi B Lyrics

[Intro]

I'm your...

[Verse 1]

Yo, I'm Cardi B with the wicked flow

Ask them, I keep them niggas on their tippy toes

Nick-nack-paddy-wack, give a dog a bone

Got him runnin' home, fuck him good, get that money flow

Pussy got him goin' places he would never go

Pussy got him cookin', now he wanna clean the stove

Pussy got him fucked up, I think he overdosed

But I ain't Travis Scott, I ain't got no antidote

Antidote, antidote

[Hook]

I think I like that

I think I like that

I think I like that

I think I like that

[Verse 2]

Yo, some people know me as a stripper hoe

But stripper hoes get the money and blow digits though

A lot of bitches talkin' down on me like I'm a joke

Talk shit, I'll fuck your man, send him back hella broke

I'm laughin', but I really mean it though

I'm on another level like I'm playin' Mario

These bitches can't see me, even with a telescope

Every day I'm shittin' on 'em, I don't flush the toilet bowl

Ew! Cause I be workin' and workin'

All these heads I be turnin', they on my body like surgeons

I think they see my conversion

That's why they be lurkin', but their feelings be hurtin'

Or remember when I wanna dance at certain clubs

And they told me, "No, no, that's a dub"

Now they the same niggas blowin' up my phone

Wantin' me to host, oh word? That's a dub

Bands

[Hook]

I think I like that

(I know, I know they're mad now)

I think I like that

I think I like that

(Hurtin' my feelings)

I think I like that

[Verse 3]

When I come up in the building I initiate

I'm the reason why the fuckers gotta renovate

I'm eatin' good and they mad they can't get a plate

Never thought we'd be gettin' booked in different states

Before the century they didn't even look this way

Now they wanna eat my ass like a skirt steak

Got 'em sending gifts, it's not even my birthday

You niggas soft and I meant that in the worst way

Oh you bitches suckin' dick just to get a bag

You hustlin'-backwards ass bitch, you're doin' bad

It's pretty sad, you should be getting more than that

Suck a dick so you can pay your rent, couple months with that

I mention flow, keep it on the low, I tell you facts

When a nigga 'bout to cum, just throw it back

It's over, you won, that nigga trapped

And that bank account, girl? Empty that

Wash Poppin - Cardi B Lyrics

Wash Poppin - Cardi B 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