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That boy Cash
Cardi
Non-stop
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice)
Give me little something to remember (Cardi)
Tryna make love in a Sprinter (yeah)
Quick to drop a nigga like Kemba (go)
Lookin' like a right swipe on Tinder (woo)
Shit on these hoes (shit)
Light up my wrist on these hoes (wrist)
Now I look down on these bitches (down)
I feel like I'm on stilts on these hoes (woo)
لعنتی ya' baby daddy right now (right now)
Anna Mae, got cake by the pound (pound)
Go down, eat it up, don't drown
Mac n' cheese in the bowl, how it sound? (Sound)
I got that gushy
Yeah that's a fact, but I never been pussy
I've been that bitch since pajamas with footies
Won MVP, and I'm still a rookie, like woo
I gotta work on my anger (ayy)
Might kill a bitch with my fingers (ayy)
I gotta stay outta Gucci (woo)
I'm finna run outta hangers (woo)
Is she a stripper, a rapper or a singer?
I'm busting racks in a Bentley Bentayga
Ride through your hood like "Bitch, I'm the mayor"
You not my bitch, then bitch you are done
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice)
Bitch you a thot, ain't trickin' (thot, thot)
Put her on her knee, make her lick it (lick it)
Patek on my wrist, and it's glistenin' (drip, drip)
The bitch got mad, I dissed her (hey)
Shawty, you ain't nothin' to a rich nigga (nothin')
I put a check on a bitch nigga (brrt)
لعنتی your whole set and your clique, nigga (لعنتی)
Got a gang full of dud and some broke niggas (dud)
Diamonds on me, what's the price? (Price)
I'm not getting involved with the hype (hype)
I'm too rich to get into a fight (too rich)
Fifty racks got my jeans fitting tight (fifty racks)
Pay that price and them boys come and wipe ya' (wipe ya')
We had to dispose of the diaper (dispose)
Yeah we trap every week, every night (whoa)
Word my move, we too smooth, no indictments (hey)
Yeah, freakazoid lightning (lightning)
Fifty-seven ninety in this Breitling (Breit')
When I got a mil I got excited (million)
For the cash I'ma turn to Michael Myers
Baguettes keep dripping, dropping (drip)
My wrist all liquid watches (watch)
Told the bitch "Jump on my dick and pop it" (yeah)
Get a little bitch a deposit (hey, brrt)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice)
Bitch you a thot, ain't trickin' (thot, thot)
Put her on her knee, make her lick it (lick it)
Patek on my wrist, and it's glistenin' (drip, drip)
The bitch got mad, I dissed her (hey)
Take-takeoff
Came through drippin' (drippin')
I ain't never slippin', I'm a pimp (pimp)
Fuckin' with a quarter million, nigga, what a feelin' (feelin')
Abort the mission, nigga, they be tellin' off and squealin' (squealin')
Splash, took a bitch to Piccadilly (splash)
Water in my ear, gave a nigga wet willy (wet willy)
Came through drippin', spillin'
Walkin' with the bag (bag)
Tryna get my niggas all a milli, stack it to the ceilin' (ceilin')
Shootin' at civilians ('villians)
I'm the one dealin', I could make a killin' (killin')
Bags, can you smell it when I Vac-seal it? (Uh)
Flag, nigga, throw it up, don't care about your feelings (لعنتی 'em)
Ooh, what is this? What you wearin'? I be drippin' (what)
Cal Ripken's hit a nigga, Ken Griffey (uh, huh)
The bitch got thick, so I guess she ate Jiffy
When she leave with me, I'ma fly her back to the city (for sure)
Go get the bag on the day off (racks)
Go get the rings out the playoffs (rings)
Pots in the beat, it's a bake off (packs)
لعنتی on her, then she get laid off (smash)
Big boy tools, Maaco (big boy)
Make a bitch dance with a draco (dance)
Walkin' with the cheese, that queso (cheese)
That's Huncho, لعنتی the Rodeo (Huncho)
Private jet, we don't do layover (whew)
One call, I'm having your bae over (brrt)
Walk out the spot with a makeover (woo)
Got her addicted to payote (addicted, hey)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Came through drippin' (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice)​


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Hella fake, you better pull up on me
I hope you feel the same when you see my face,
You better pull up on me
Ain't no backin' down, prepared to shake,
You better pull up on me
Now you wanna be my friend, no you ain't safe,
You better pull up, homie
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up on me
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up on me
I heard you talkin' crazy, I know you hella fake,
You better pull up on me
I hope you feel the same when you see my face
No, I don't think they know
They don't know how this go
They think I'm broke
What a fuckin' joke
When I walk in the door, I get my dough
Then a bitch get low
I used to kill them poles, now I kill them shows
They don't like my growth, well لعنتی ya hoes
Yeah, 'cause all my bitches that be gettin' with me
If I put a fifty, they gon' put a fifty
Every night, ask whose rendezvous
It was king of swingers and the shonty with me
I had to go get it on some real shit
If you a real bitch, you gon' feel this
Every single nigga that came my way
I finesse and juug on some ill shit
So much people think they know my pussy
But no one can say they fucked
Please show me hoe facts
Name-drop, round 'em up
That bum bitch like to run her mouth
I swear to God I'ma lay her out
When I catch you on the side of town
My Guiseppe heels gonna stomp you out
I'm tired of playin', I'm tired of playin'
I'ma give you hell, you gon' think I'm Satan
I see you mad 'cause I'm 'bout to have this whole shit on lock
Incarceration
Someone gave you wrong information
You try to play me, that's confirmation
But it's all good 'cause when you see my face
Shit don't come out like it's constipation
You stuck, bitch, yeah
I know it sucks, bitch, yeah
Pull up, bitch, yeah
Like wassup, bitch, yeah
Pull up on me
I heard you talkin' crazy, I know you hella fake,
You better pull up on me
I hope you feel the same when you see my face,
You better pull up on me
Ain't no backin' down, prepared to shake,
You better pull up on me
Now you wanna be my friend, no you ain't safe,
You better pull up, homie
Let's go, I mean come on now, who you tryna flex for?
Why you actin' like I won't leave you down in the ground?
But you knew what it was from the get-go
That Cardi on some new shit
Get that money then I go flip
Some people think I'm just a dumb bitch
If that was true I wouldn't have shit, yeah
Bronx bitch 'til the day I die
I did my dirt and I ain't gotta lie
You can talk crazy on IG
But when I run up, let them hands fly
I don't لعنتی around with no fuckin' clowns
Any niggas with me, they fuckin' hounds
Any bitches with me, they fuckin' down
So if you really 'bout it, then pull up now
You stuck, bitch, yeah
I know it sucks, bitch, yeah
Pull up, bitch, yeah
Like wassup, bitch, yeah
Pull up on me
I heard you talkin' crazy, I know you hella fake,
You better pull up on me
I hope you feel the same when you see my face,
You better pull up on me
Ain't no backin' down, prepared to shake,
You better pull up on me
Now you wanna be my friend, no you ain't safe,
You better pull up, homie​


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Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah
It cost a half a ticket for a glass wrist (half a milli')
But it ain't cost me nothin' for this bad bitch (ain't cost me nothin', hoe)
We the ones that break the stage (break), then get paid (pay)
Came in the game, get yo' stain
Bet the opps know all our names (bitch)
Ain't you entertained? (Hoe), I bossed her, now she plain (plain)
The struggle where we came (struggle)
There's smoke behind my game (smoke)
Shots get to firin', 'cause some niggas got to hittin' (hittin')
Made 'em spin twice, 'cause I swear I thought he missed (go)
لعنتی that smoke shit, I got ice on my wrist (ice)
Still get my hands dirty
I'll wash 'em 'til it's drenched (soo, soo, soo)
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
Bitch, it's the Rocket with all of these chains (bitch, it's the Rocket)
She got a nigga, but shit
She told me she doin' her thang (shit, that's cool)
Where there's a plug, well
None are more rockin' right now on terrain (where there's a plug, oh)
This the type shit that's out yo' lane
Type shit, type shit, this the type shit (let's roll)
This the type shit that get yo' bitch hit (smash)
This the type shit that got you trendin' (woo, trend)
This the type shit that get yo' shit split (uh)
I pour a pint and drink that shit in 30 minutes (drink, lean)
Ever since I jumped up off the porch I been gettin' it (get it)
Thinkin' 'bout them bags we had stashed in the kitchen (bags)
They said that society had turned me to a menace (لعنتی society, لعنتی 'em)
Look, I say this the type shit, bitches love to type shit
I pull up Marine Serre, you know, in some tight shit
My accountant think I'm gay, all I do is buy shit
From the projects to the private jets, I've been a fly bitch (mwah)
Once hoes start doing bad, they need somethin' they can blame it on
Bitches couldn't be as hot as me in the summertime with a blanket on
Bitches really be puppets
I'm in the Lamb-chop and I don't play along (skrrt)
Are you stupid, dumb, or slow? Got these frames from Ricky O
All these verses I done slayed, all these looks that I done gave
Could have let these لعنتی hoes drown, but I let them ride my wave
Man, these hoes lookin' real light and this ass lookin' real heavy
Feel like 'Yoncé with this Birkin
But I'm Rowland with this Kelly (grrr)
Type shit, type shit, this the type shit (let's roll)
This the type shit that get yo' bitch hit (smash)
This the type shit that got you trendin' (woo, trend)
This the type shit that get yo' shit split (uh)
Calling shots (brr)
Order the semi's, then score on the opps (score)
Scrape up the pennies before I was poppin' (hey)
لعنتی her, dismiss her, I'm that type of guy (get out of there)
Upping my fire and I'm waving it (fire)
Take off the top, I done gutted it (gutted it)
Call me two harlet before I had busted it (before)
Flex on you niggas, this shit gettin' ugly (ugly)
I got a Patek inside of the Cullinan (ah)
I tell her suck on me, I tell her لعنتی on me
Keep it a buck with me, up in it, stuck with me (yes, sir)
If we get into it, you niggas gon' duck for me (go)
Niggas go buck for me, shoot up the club for me (shoot)
They want the recipe, body like Nestlé
Try get the best of me, but I ain't going (no)
She like an athlete, nigga, don't threaten me
Put out a hit, in two-months and he gone (hit)
Put out the bitch, she was here for too long (put out)
We don't need a loan, the mob Capone (mob)
I make an M with a blindfold (woo)
Jump out the gym with some bows of the dope (hey)
Them niggas spinnin', they takin' they souls (spin)
Want a promotion, now he gettin' blowed (blow)
Y'all niggas already know (you know)
Set ain't no hoe, he gon' come as a ghost
Type shit, type shit, this the type shit (let's roll)
This the type shit that get yo' bitch hit (smash)
This the type shit that got you trendin' (woo, trend)
This the type shit that get yo' shit split (ooh)
Tay Keith, لعنتی these niggas up
Mu-Mu-Mu-Murda
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