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

Putting on my music while I'm watching the boys I like you a lot So I do what you want Singing soft grunge just to soak up the noise Blue ribbons on ice Playing their guitars, only one of my toys 'Cause I like you a lot No holds barred, I've been sent to

(I'm gonna getcha) (Yeah, you can betcha) So, don't try to run, honey; love can be fun There's no need to be alone when you find that someone I'm gonna getcha; it's a matter of fact I'm gonna getcha, don'tcha worry 'bout that You can bet your bottom

To get this high I must be drunk on love Baby, I never drank that much Baby, I'm flyin' on a stone cold rush Drunk on love Baby, take my car keys and put 'em in your pocket Lord knows I got no business with them I've been nursin' half a beer for half an

It's been over, I don't know why You're holding on when I'm not going I'm not going, I'm not going anywhere Well there's no suitcase by your front door. There's no saying goodbye. Ain't no motor out there running, idling in the drive. You don't have to

You spend your lonely days lookin' for someone I just want to be the one that makes your river run I know it ain't so fun bein all alone And I know you wonder when you'll find yourself a home You ain't foolin' no one baby

No more same old someone else Back to the one you used to love like crazy Maybe you'll save me from myself I'm gonna run straight back to us, baby When the sun comes around again You won't be waking up in a stranger's bed I don't say what I mean I don't

She ain't waitin' on twenty-one candles, she ain't missin' not a minute of fun She ain't worried about one day older, pretty little rebel on the run She ain't tryin' to be hard to handle, she gonna do what a girl gonna do She ain't waitin' on twenty-one

See how they run Lady Madonna, children at your feet Wonder how you manage to make ends meet Who finds the money when you pay the rent? Did you think that money was heaven sent? Friday night arrives without a suitcase Sunday morning creeping like a nun

It's you, it's you, it's you. He's my dilemma One half of me wants ya And the other half wants to forget My-my-my dilemma From the moment I met 'ya I just can't get you out of my head And I tell myself to run from you But I find myself attracted