Money Songtext
von Cardi B

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)

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