Bring it over Bring it, bring it Thirsty, baby bring it over here Ching, ching, gettin' paid over here Promise to love you, and obey And hit it more than once a day Girl I say that genuinely Fuck that bitch, it's what you say Baby bring it over

I lied, I lied, I lied I know I told you I stopped slanging yay, strapped everyday All the hoes say I'm fucking, every time I said I wasn't, only you that I be fucking Nah I ain't seen nothing, nah I ain't hear nothing, want to talk to my lawyer I swear

A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that's a lie) Ooh, he do it better, that's a lie (that's a lie, yeah) He at my level, that's a lie (that's a lie, yeah) A hundred thousand for the times, yeah They fuckin' with us, that's a lie, ooh, yeah All of my homies

We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air No warnin' shots, the 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

I guess you were right I'm tired of begging you to love me Goodness, gracious, you're amazing According to you, I'm a lucky lady You say that I'm too crazy My straight jacket's custom-made though (with fucking diamonds) My straight jacket's custom-made

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 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 him good, get that money flow Pussy got him goin' places he would

Bust it, down, bust it, down Jumped in the 'What the fuck is that?' Took a shot of Henny out the back Girl you know it's real, I ain't tryna brag I just wanna take you to the back while you let a nigga Bust it, down, oh yeah Bust it, down, oh yeah, yeah