LYRICS: Cardi B – Money

MONEY LYRICS

{VERSE 1 – CARDI B}

Look, my bitches all bad, my niggas all real

I ride on his dick, in some big tall heels

Big fat checks, big large bills

Front, I’ll flip like ten cartwheels

Cold ass bitch, I give Ross chills

Ten different looks and my looks all kill

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’ sex (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 bitch need is the (Money)

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 that little ass (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, shit

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 (Pop)

That’s me bustin’ they bubble

I’m Dasani with the drip

Baby mommy with the clip

Walk out Follie’s with a bitch

Bring a thottie to the whip

If she fine or she thick, goddamn

Walkin’ past the mirror, ooh

Damn, I’m fine (Fine)

Let a bitch try me, boom

Hammer time, uh

 

{CHORUS}

I was born to flex (Yes)

Diamonds on my neck

I like boardin’ jets, I like mornin’ sex (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 bitch need is the (Money)

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 that little ass (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)

Touch me, I’ll shoot (Bow)

 

{VERSE 3}

Bitch, I will pop on your pops (Your pops)

Bitch, I will pop on whoever (Brrr)

You know who popped the most shit? (Who?)

The people whose shit not together (Okay)

You’da bet Cardi a freak (Freak)

All my pajamas is leather (Uh)

Bitch, I will black on your ass

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, bitch

Kiss the ring and kick rocks, sis (Uh)

Jump it down, back it up (Ooh, ayy)

Make that nigga put down 2K

I like my niggas dark like D’usse

You gonna eat this ass like soup (Ayy)

 

{CHORUS}

I was born to flex, diamonds on my neck

I like boardin’ jets, I like mornin’ sex

But nothing in this world that I like more than Kulture

All I really wanna see is the (Money)

I don’t really need the D, I need the (Money)

All a bad bitch need is the

K, K, C (Woo!)

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