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

Last night I had a bad dream That I was trapped in this city Uh, nice watch, run it Hands in the air now, hands in the air, run it Since a youngin' always dreamed of gettin' rich Look at me my nigga Fantasize about a white picket fence With some trees my

Baby pass me the hookah Baby pass me the hookah, ayee Pass the hookah Aye, baby just pass me the hoo-kah cause Pass me the hookah Tearing up the place I'm a rich nigga got Chanel on my waist Run up on me playin' I'mma aim it at ya face And that go for

(I won't fall) You can two face me, backstabb me A nigga still ain't taking what's mines gon' die trying You can try to set me up and all that A nigga too much on point for all that Yo, you got these niggas running around like they head cut off Like they

Niggas around me go commando, yeah Ballin' two hoes in a Lambo, yeah Paint on the face like Rambo, yeah Tell me a place that I can't go, yeah Bitch tell your friend step it up Ain't no raw, bitch, we gon' wrap it up Pole game, tryna run it up Lock safe

Your Niggaz! - 4X - 4X We runnin this bitch Ya'll niggaz ain't shit

Getting drunk with these bitches and when they leave, they get followed I got a story to tell, you know I cherish thee Hope it ain't too many feelings involved I see niggas in this bitch, stuntin', popping bottles Fall asleep with that bitch and really

Excuse me, I tell them they're excused What's the word around town, tell me what's the latest news And uh, who them niggas, I tell 'em we them dudes Ain't got time to make excuses bro we steady making moves And I, run the game even when they bend the

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) Tay Keith, this too hard Ring, ring, ring, we drip too hard, ayy (Run that back, Turbo) I got a 19 and it fold in my pocket And I'm gettin' by, let 'em choose sides We get M's in by the shoe size I don’t fuck with y'all

I wonder, laying in my bed Am I still too young, am I still too young? And I hold back, thoughts running through my head Did I fuck it up, did I fuck it up? Buccaneers of rugged gear, nigga fuck a fear One, just year one, I've been thuggin' here, yeah