Money – Cardi B lyrics

Lyrics Money – Cardi B

Money lyrics
Look, my bitches all bad, my niggas all real
I ride on his d**k, and some big tall hills
Big fat checks, big large bills
Front, I’ll flip like ten cartwheels
Cold a*s b***h, I give Ross chills
Ten different looks and my looks all kill
I kiss him in the mouth, I feel all grills
Heat in the car, that’s meals on wheels (Woo!)

I was born to flex (Yes)
Diamonds on my neck
I like boardin’ jets, I like mornin’ s*x (Woo!)
But nothing in this world that I like more than checks
All I really wanna see is the
I don’t really need the D, I need the
All a bad b***h need is the
I got bands in the coupe
Bustin’ out the roof
I got bands in the coupe
Touch me, I’ll shoot
Shake that little a*s
Get a little bag and take it to the store (Store, money)
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Shake it real fast and get a little more
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)
Bustin’ out the roof
I got bands in the coupe
Bustin’ out the roof (Cardi)

I gotta fly, I need a jet, s**t
I need room for my legs
I got a baby, I need some money, yeah
I need cheese for my egg
All y’all bitches in trouble
Bring brass knuckles to the scuffle
I heard that Cardi went pop
Yeah, I did go pop
That’s me bustin’ they bubble
I’m Dasani with the drip
Baby mommy with the clip
Walk out Follie’s with a b***h
Bring a thottie to the whip
If she fine or she thick, goddamn
Walkin’ past the mirror, ooh
Damn, I’m fine
Let a b***h try me, boom
Hammer time

I was born to flex
Diamonds on my neck
I like boardin’ jets, I like mornin’ s*x (Woo!)
But nothing in this world that I like more than checks
All I really wanna see is the
I don’t really need the D, I need the
All a bad b***h need is the
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)
Bustin’ out the roof
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)
Touch me, I’ll shoot
Shake that little a*s
Get a little bag and take it to the store (Store, money)
Get a little cash
Shake it real fast and get a little more
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)
Bustin’ out the roof
I got bands in the coupe
Bustin’ out the roof (Cardi)

B***h, I will pop on your pops (Your pops)
B***h, I will pop on whoever
You know who popped the most s**t? (Who?)
The people whose s**t not together (Okay)
You’da bet Cardi a freak
All my pajamas is leather
B***h, I will black on your a*s
Wakanda forever
Sweet like a honey bun, spit like a Tommy gun
Rollie a one of one, come get your mommy some
Cardi at the tip-top, b***h
Kiss the ring and kick rocks, sis
Jump it down, back it up
Make that n***a put down 2K
I like my niggas dark like D’usse
You gonna eat this a*s like soup

I was born to flex, diamonds on my neck
I like boardin’ jets, I like mornin’ s*x
But nothing in this world that I like more than Kulture
All I really wanna see is the
I don’t really need the D, I need the
All a bad b***h need is theee.

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