Lyrics: Belcalis Marlenis Almanzar/BryTavious Chambers/Durk Derrick Banks/Jorden Thorpe/Kanye West/Marquell Ushon Jones/Neville Livingston
Music: Belcalis Marlenis Almanzar/BryTavious Chambers/Durk Derrick Banks/Jorden Thorpe/Kanye West/Marquell Ushon Jones/Neville Livingston
It’s too hard,
Tay Keith, it’s too hard
Cardi
Yeah x8
Now this that hot shit
Jimmy Snuka of the top rope super fly shit
Might get in the tub with my all my ice on some pock shit
Either way you slice it, bottom line I’m the top bitch
New Chanel I rock it twist it and ain’t even out yet
All this jewelry at the grocery store, I’m obnoxious
Bought a home and closin on another, I know i’m blessed
Everybody wanna be gang, ain’t no spots left
Bad bitch contest, there wouldn’t be a contest
Hot Shit (feat. Ye & Lil Durk) by Cardi B, Kanye West, Lil Durk: Ooh, smokin ass
I’m connected,
I don’t know what’s longer, man my blocklist or my checklist
I don’t know whats colder, man my heart or my necklace
Pretty when I wake up, I’m a bad bitch at breakfast
Still might slide on the op
It’s electric!
Hatin didn’t work, so they lie so they lie
These bitches lookin hurt, and they fried and they fried
I know they wouldn’t miss them if they died
Tell them move, move, move
New Chanel on my body it’s a boost
I’m so poppin I don’t ever gotta get introduced
One thing I never call a bitch for is a truck
Brand new chopper, can’t wait to put that bitch to use
Oof, checks coming fast I’m like swoosh, swoosh
Ooh, give em to them straight, hundred proof
I thought I killed you hoes before, it must be déjà vu
It’s either that, or i’m catching body number two
Durk
This that block music,
This that drop location, drop a op music
This ain’t for them niggas in the house, this shit for Glock users
And I don’t talk down on treacherous hoes who known to be a bitch use
This that pill talk, gotta buss his head he cut out all the music
Who said you game, who said you can come around this bitch and hang
And I ****ed your baby mama mama and I didn’t say a thing
Just came outside in 2020, pull up in that 21
Pick my side, switches fully
And Imma die for 21
I gotta plenty cars, I hit plenty stars and didn’t come
I said it plenty times, I pay for bodies I aint pay for none
You think I’m finna leave my bitch for you? She **** Future too
I know that von hitter, she pulled up on my block in Jimmy Choo
Cardi
Oof, checks coming fast I’m like swoosh, swoosh
Ooh, give em to them straight, hundred proof
I thought I killed you hoes before, it must be déjà vu
It’s either that, or i’m catching body number two
Ye
Pinky swear you ain’t scared when you heard ye appeared
Imma hop up out the bushes, me and Pusha kill ya man
I’m just sayin now start to get used to the pain
Till one day I said **** it brought my masseuse on the plane
Why you playin,
Reaching the gang
Losin hand,
Where you stayin
Where was J at, where was them at
where you done that, where you live at
Another headline, where your head at
Nigga go home, where your kids at
They be on my nerve, they be on my nerve
When we lost Virg, I was on the verge
I just hit the Louis store, I had to splurge
We just made a silent movie with no words
Guess who toppin now,
God got me now
Guess who at Balenciaga, guess who shoppin now
They cant stop me now, I’ve been poppin now
Cardi where your sister at, I need Henny now
I flew in and out, hundred fifty thou
Now even when they shout, gotta shout me out
So ahead, go ahead
Not even close, all of y’all is number 2
Cardi
Oof, checks coming fast I’m like swoosh, swoosh
Ooh, give em to them straight, hundred proof
I thought I killed you hoes before, it must be déjà vu
It’s either that, or i’m catching body number two