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cardi b - money lyrics

[verse 1]
look, my b-tches all bad, my n-gg-s all real
i ride on his d-ck in some big tall heels
big fat checks, big large bills
front, i’ll flip like ten cartwheels
cold -ss b-tch, i give broads chills
ten different looks and my looks all k!ll
i kiss him in the mouth, i feel all grills
he eat in the car, that’s meals on wheels (woo)

[chorus]
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
(money)
all i really wanna see is the (money)
i don’t really need the d, i need the (money)
all a bad b-tch need is the (money flow)
i got bands in the coupe (coupe)
bustin’ out the roof
i got bands in the coupe (coupe)
touch me, i’ll shoot (bow)
shake a lil -ss (money)
get a little bag and take it to the store (store, money)
get a little cash (money)
shake it real fast and get a little more (money)
i got bands in the coupe (coupe)
bustin’ out the roof
i got bands in the coupe (brrr)
bustin’ out the roof (cardi)

[verse 2]
i gotta fly, i need a jet, sh-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 b-tches in trouble
bring br-ss knuckles to the scuffle
i heard that cardi went pop
yeah, i did go pop (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-tch
bring a thottie to the whip
if she fine or she thick, godd-mn
walkin’ past the mirror, ooh
d-mn, i’m fine (fine)
let a b-tch try me, boom (boom)
hammer time, uh

[verse 3]
b-tch, i will pop on your pops (your pops)
b-tch, i will pop on whoever (brrr)
you know who popped the most sh-t? (who?)
the people whose sh-t not together (okay)
you’da bet cardi a freak (freak)
all my pajamas is leather (uh)
b-tch, i will black on your -ss (yeah)
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-tch
kiss the ring and kick rocks, sis (uh)
jump it down, back it up (ooh, ayy)
make that n-gg- put down 2k
i like my n-gg-s dark like d’ussã‰
he gonna eat this -ss like soup (ayy)

[chorus]
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
(kulture, kulture, kulture)
all i really wanna see is the (money)
i don’t really need the d, i need the (money)
all a bad b-tch need is the
k.k.c (woo)

[outro]
(money)
money
(money)
(money)
(money)
(money)
(money)
(money)

- cardi b lyrics

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