And the lights all went out in Massachusetts Feel I'm goin' back to Massachusetts Something's telling me I must go home The day I left her standing on her own Tried to hitch a ride to San Francisco Gotta do the things I wanna do They brought me back to

This time has gotta be our last time Here we we are again going in this cheap place What if was seen by a friend and they recognize our face We We both know that it's wrong we we both should be at home I know that you want me just as much as I want you You've got

And the lights all went out in Massachusetts Feel I'm goin' back to Massachusetts Something's telling me I must go home The day I left her standing on her own Tried to hitch a ride to San Francisco Gotta do the things I wanna do They brought me back to

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

And right out the other, It goes In One Ear, People talkin' shit but you know we'll never bother, They say that we we ain't got the style, We ain't got the class, We ain't got the tunes that's goin to put us on the map And I'm a phony in disguise, Trying to

Ever get the feeling no one's got your back Caught up in themselves livin' lies besides the fact Somehow you're going on an opposite track As we we recover from another social heart attack You think you see between the lines But you can't see through dollar

This time has gotta be our last time Here we we are again going in this cheap place What if was seen by a friend and they recognize our face We We both know that it's wrong we we both should be at home I know that you want me just as much as I want you You've got

I'm just trying to make these girls all smile(all smile). Then I'll take'em to a level they might've never been before, We goin' hit the door. And then hit the floor, you'll get hit below. I got somebody I want you to get ta know. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4,

That's why New York's my home New York's my home, sweet home But it hasn't got There's a rumor going around That some of you good people Want to leave this town But you better consult me before you go 'Cause I've been in all these places

I keep telling myself I'm not the desperate type Sitting out dances on the wall Trying to forget everything that isn't you I'm not going home alone 'Cause I don't do too well on my own But you've got me looking in through blinds I'm sleeping my way out