We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air No warnin' shots, the fuck fuck out of here Oh man homey, hate to do you like this Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click We get that paper baby boy, it's easy You want to be who? You

Fucked with me I don't need you I just need me I was an idiot Life is pain and pain is my life I don't believe in you, so don't believe in me Through my skin you climb I say goodbye Now that you're on the inside Blinded eyes in front of you hide

I don't give a fuck fuck One day imma let you see that I don't give a fuck fuck Just leave me in the back You really do love your friends more than me Go ahead and go out with your friends Keep spending my ins All I'm gonna do is win That's fucked up

Passionate from miles away Passive with the things you say Passin' up on my old ways I can't blame you, no, no Fuck Fuck that shit 'Cause we're fallin' apart Hold on, hold on, fuck fuck that Hold on, I got to start this mothafuckin' record over again, wait a minute

Head, cars, bending Drink, fuck, spew Telephone you If you're alone in your room, what's that boy doing? Keep your voice low Stop looking at my friends They get exactly what you say Can we go now? Not staying 'til the end

In that fast thing, speedin' through the city (Skrrt, skrrt) Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' (Dash digi') Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit) Backwood to the face, I don't smoke no Philly (Nah) Drip, drippin' sauce like I'm chili (Sauce)

Can't forget how I fucking had that door swinging Another day we gotta get it, 'notha day we gotta get it I say 'notha day we gotta get it, 'notha day we gotta get it I wouldn't even I wouldn't even be here without that mothafuckin' door We doing

They know, but they’ll never know why It’s a short fucking movie, man I’m going to try and take it slow I’m paying for my mistake That’s okay? I don’t mind a little pain It’s a short fucking movie man I know I’m going to try and take it slow

I fuck fuck on that bitch and we lay up Don't tell me you back in that action I passed her off like a lay up I tripled my cups like an addict She come through late night on them Xannies I get that mouth on the regular I get more lip than a cellular I fuck

I think I like that Sweat on demand 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 fuck him good, get that money flow Pussy got him goin' places he would