Look, they gave a bitch two options, strippin' or lose
Used to dance in a club right across from my school
I said "dance" not "f*ck", don't get it confused
Had to set the record straight 'cause bitches love to assume
Mama couldn't give it to me, had to get it at Sue's
Lord only knows how I got in those shoes
I was covered in dollars, now I'm drippin' in jewels
A bitch play with my money? Might as well spit in my food
Bitches hated my guts, now they swear we was cool
Went from makin' tuna sandwiches to makin' the news
I started speakin' my mind and tripled my views
Real bitch, only thing fake is the boobs
Get money, go hard, you're mothaf*ckin' right
Never been a fraud in my motherf*ckin' life
Get money, go hard, damn f*ckin' right
Stunt on these bitches out of mothaf*ckin' spite
Ain't no runnin' up on me, went from nothin' to glory
I ain't tellin' y'all to do it, I'm just tellin' my story
I don't hang with these bitches 'cause these bitches be corny
And I got enough bras, y'all ain't gotta support me
I went from rag to riches, went from WIC to lit, nigga
Only person in my fam to see six figures
The pressure on your shoulders feel like boulders
When you gotta make sure that everybody straight
Bitches stab you in your back while they smilin' in your face
Talking crazy on your name, trying not to catch a case
I waited my whole life just to shit on niggas
Climbed to the top floor so I can spit on niggas
Said "I was just tryna chill and make bangers" (bangers)
Tell all these old bitches they in danger (stop)
The thing on my hip whip bitches into shape (brrt)
That's what I call a f*ckin' waist trainer
You gon' run up on who and do what? (who?)
I think y'all got your story screwed up (yeah)
I came here to ball, is you nuts?
I don't want your punk-ass man, I'm too tough (facts)
I'm the one that's killin' shit, hands down (hands down)
If you got a problem with me, say it now (say it)
'Cause I don't wanna hear no sneak dissin' (huh?)
'Specially not from one of you weak bitches
I'm on go like I don't see no stop lights (skrrt)
I'm steppin' out every day, prom night (facts)
So if it's all love, show me love then (huh?)
'Cause you hatin' on a bitch, that's what it sound like
Beast, mode, that's how I give it up, nigga
Hoodie, low, that's how I'm pullin' up
Just 'cause I been on the road don't mean I been on the run
And you gon' have to learn to hold your tongue or hold the gun (brrt, woo)
And we all know you ain't that type (no)
I smack you and the bitch that you act like (yeah)
I started gettin' money, bitches upset (cash)
They remind me of my pussy, bitches mad tight
Nails done, hair lit, keep them both laced (laced)
Co-come through shinin' with a Rollie bust face (shine)
He-headshot, headshot, tell 'em closed case
Ain't no bitches spittin' like this since '08
I don't trust no nigga, I don't fear no bitch (fear no bitch)
Whole life been through some f*cked up shit (f*cked up)
They say I'm too that, oh, I'm too this
When you seen what I've seen, you end up like this (woo)
I walked into the label, "Where the check at?" (where the check?)
Cardi B on the charts, ain't expect that (nah)
Where that bitch that was claimin' she a threat? (where?)
I'ma put a Louboutin where her neck at
They say I'm too ratchet, they say I act wild (I act wild, wild)
I'm tryna whip the foreign like a badass child (badass child, skrrt)
They caught me slippin' once, tell 'em try that now (try that now)
Cardi B, know it's me, hear that "blap" sound (blap)
Man, I said we gon' win
Knock me down nine times but I get up ten
Look myself in the mirror, I say we gon' win
Knock me down nine times but I get up ten
Look myself in the mirror, I say we gon' win
Knock me down nine times but I get up ten
Yeah, but I get up ten
Knock me down nine times but I get up ten, bitch (woo)
I'ma make a f*ck nigga feel me (yeah)
Said I'ma do a broke bitch filthy (ah)
I'ma make a f*ck nigga feel me (grr)
Said I'ma do a broke bitch filthy (grr)
We gon' win
Knock me down nine times but I get up ten (woo)
Yeah, I said we gon' win
Knock me down nine times but I get up ten, bitch (grr)
Cardi B - Invasion of Privacy Album Lyrics
Cardi B - Invasion of Privacy Lyrics
Writer: Anthony Tucker, Belcalis Almanzar, Jermaine Preyan, Maurice Jordan, Robert Rihmeek Williams, James Swanqo, Kleonard Raphael, Sean Allen
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Drip
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)
F*ck 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)
F*ck your whole set and your clique, nigga (f*ck)
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)
F*ckin' 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 (f*ck '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)
F*ck 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, f*ck 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)
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)
F*ck 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)
F*ck your whole set and your clique, nigga (f*ck)
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)
F*ckin' 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 (f*ck '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)
F*ck 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, f*ck 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)
Writer: Belcalis Almanzar, Gary Fountaine, Jorden Thorpe, Joshua Cross, Kiari Cephus, Kirshnik Ball, Klenord Raphael, Quavious Marshall
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Bickenhead
Goes for all my nasty hoes, yeah
(Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)
From across the globe, woo (hol' up)
This goes for all my nasty hoes, yeah
(Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)
From across the globe, look, uh
Now, I said luxury apartments (wow), I'm young and I'm heartless (yeah)
There's a bitch that's in my vision, that bitch is a target (brrr)
Lawyer is a Jew, he gon' chew up all the charges
Don't matter if you f*ck with me, I get money regardless (cash)
That guap, guap, get some chicken, guap, guap, get some bread
Guap, guap, get some chicken, guap, guap, get some bread
Bitch you pressed, you can flex
Get some money, ho, tell me why you stressed
Now I said hoes down, G's up (G's up)
You know how I'm rockin', but my watch is freezed up (ice)
I can't wait until they drop that Lamborghin' truck (skrrt)
I'm careful where I park it, hoes will have it keyed up
Them bitches getting beat up
Slim waist, ass fat (fat), my shit is caked up
My bad bitch at the bake (yeah), without no makeup
This that collard greens, cornbread, neck bone, back-fat
Get it from my mama and you don't know where your daddy at
Knick-knack paddywhack, give a dog a bone (bone)
Put it on him, bet your nigga never comin' home (home)
I'ma flex like a 'roid, I'm a ten, she a 'droid
Stupid ho, unimportant, unattractive, unemployed
Get some guap, guap, get some chicken, guap, guap, get some bread
Guap, guap, get some chicken, guap, guap, get some bread
Bitch you pressed, you can flex
Get some money, ho, tell me why you stressed, uh
Guap, guap
I need that cheese, shorty, show me where it's at (boy, please, whatever)
You play with me, I might pop up where you at (boy, please, whatever)
You make-believe, now with me it's only facts (boy, please, whatever)
Expensive weave, man my checks is worth some racks, uh
Yeah, pop that pussy like you ain't pop that pussy in a while
Pop that pussy like poppin' pussy is goin' out of style
Pop that pussy while you work, pop that pussy up in church
Pop that pussy on the pole, pop that pussy on the stove
Make that pussy slip and slide like you from the 305
Put your tongue out in the mirror, pop that pussy while you drive
Spread them ass cheeks open, make that pussy crack a smile
Lock your legs 'round that nigga, make him give your ass a child (woo)
Gimme some neck, gimme a check
Pussy so good, make a nigga invest
Gimme a little spit, I'm gettin' it wet
I'll get it back up, just give me a sec'
Give him some vag', I'm gettin' a bag
Give him some ass, I'm gettin' some Raf
When I'm done I make him cum
But then he comin' off that cash
Get you some guap, guap, get some chicken, guap, guap, get some bread
Guap, guap, get some chicken, guap, guap, get some bread
Bitch you pressed, you can flex
Get some money, ho, tell me why you stressed, uh
Guap, guap
I need that cheese, shorty, show me where it's at (boy, please, whatever)
You play with me, I might pop up where you at (boy, please, whatever)
You make-believe, now with me it's only facts (boy, please, whatever)
Expensive weave, man my checks is worth some racks, uh
Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
(Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)
From across the globe, woo (hol' up)
This goes for all my nasty hoes, yeah
(Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)
From across the globe, look, uh
Now, I said luxury apartments (wow), I'm young and I'm heartless (yeah)
There's a bitch that's in my vision, that bitch is a target (brrr)
Lawyer is a Jew, he gon' chew up all the charges
Don't matter if you f*ck with me, I get money regardless (cash)
That guap, guap, get some chicken, guap, guap, get some bread
Guap, guap, get some chicken, guap, guap, get some bread
Bitch you pressed, you can flex
Get some money, ho, tell me why you stressed
Now I said hoes down, G's up (G's up)
You know how I'm rockin', but my watch is freezed up (ice)
I can't wait until they drop that Lamborghin' truck (skrrt)
I'm careful where I park it, hoes will have it keyed up
Them bitches getting beat up
Slim waist, ass fat (fat), my shit is caked up
My bad bitch at the bake (yeah), without no makeup
This that collard greens, cornbread, neck bone, back-fat
Get it from my mama and you don't know where your daddy at
Knick-knack paddywhack, give a dog a bone (bone)
Put it on him, bet your nigga never comin' home (home)
I'ma flex like a 'roid, I'm a ten, she a 'droid
Stupid ho, unimportant, unattractive, unemployed
Get some guap, guap, get some chicken, guap, guap, get some bread
Guap, guap, get some chicken, guap, guap, get some bread
Bitch you pressed, you can flex
Get some money, ho, tell me why you stressed, uh
Guap, guap
I need that cheese, shorty, show me where it's at (boy, please, whatever)
You play with me, I might pop up where you at (boy, please, whatever)
You make-believe, now with me it's only facts (boy, please, whatever)
Expensive weave, man my checks is worth some racks, uh
Yeah, pop that pussy like you ain't pop that pussy in a while
Pop that pussy like poppin' pussy is goin' out of style
Pop that pussy while you work, pop that pussy up in church
Pop that pussy on the pole, pop that pussy on the stove
Make that pussy slip and slide like you from the 305
Put your tongue out in the mirror, pop that pussy while you drive
Spread them ass cheeks open, make that pussy crack a smile
Lock your legs 'round that nigga, make him give your ass a child (woo)
Gimme some neck, gimme a check
Pussy so good, make a nigga invest
Gimme a little spit, I'm gettin' it wet
I'll get it back up, just give me a sec'
Give him some vag', I'm gettin' a bag
Give him some ass, I'm gettin' some Raf
When I'm done I make him cum
But then he comin' off that cash
Get you some guap, guap, get some chicken, guap, guap, get some bread
Guap, guap, get some chicken, guap, guap, get some bread
Bitch you pressed, you can flex
Get some money, ho, tell me why you stressed, uh
Guap, guap
I need that cheese, shorty, show me where it's at (boy, please, whatever)
You play with me, I might pop up where you at (boy, please, whatever)
You make-believe, now with me it's only facts (boy, please, whatever)
Expensive weave, man my checks is worth some racks, uh
Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Writer: Belcalis Almanzar, Austin Owens, James Foye, Philip Coleman, Jordan Thorpe, Kleonard Raphael, Derrick Ordogne, Dion Norman, Jordan Houston, Jorden Thorpe, Klenord Raphael, Paul Beauregard, Phillip Coleman, Todd Shaw
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Bodak Yellow
It's Cardi
Ayy
Said I'm the shit, couldn't f*ck with me if they wanted to
I don't gotta dance
Said little bitch, you can't f*ck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get 'em both
I don't wanna choose
And I'm quick, cut a nigga off
So don't get comfortable
Look, I don't dance now
I make money moves (ayy, ayy)
Say I don't gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don't speak
That means I don't f*ck with you
I'm a boss, you a worker, bitch
I make bloody moves
Now she says she gon' do what to who?
Let's find out and see, Cardi B
You know where I'm at
You know where I be
You in the club just to party
I'm there, I get paid a fee
I be in and out them banks so much
I know they're tired of me
Honestly, don't give a f*ck
'Bout who ain't fond of me
Dropped two mixtapes in six months
What bitch working as hard as me?
I don't bother with these hoes
Don't let these hoes bother me
They see pictures, they say, "Goals"
Bitch, I'm who they tryna be
Look, I might just chill in some Bape
I might just chill with your boo
I might just feel on your babe
My pussy feel like a lake
He wanna swim with his face
I'm like, "Okay"
I'll let him do what he want
He buy me Yves Saint Laurent
And the new whip
When I go fast as a horse
I got the trunk in the front
I'm the hottest in the street
Know you prolly heard of me
Got a bag and fixed my teeth
Hope you hoes know it ain't cheap
And I pay my mama bills
I ain't got no time to chill
Think these hoes be mad at me
Their baby father run a bill
Said little bitch, you can't f*ck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get 'em both
I don't wanna choose
And I'm quick, cut a nigga off
So don't get comfortable
Look, I don't dance now
I make money moves (ayy, ayy)
Say I don't gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don't speak
That means I don't f*ck with you
I'm a boss, you a worker, bitch
I make bloody moves
If you a pussy you get popped
You a goofy, you a opp
Don't you come around my way
You can't hang around my block
And I just checked my accounts
Turns out, I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich
I put my hand above my hip
I bet, you dip, he dip, she dip
I say, I get the money and go
This shit is hot like a stove
My pussy glitter as gold
Tell that lil' bitch play her role
I just arrove in a Rolls
I just came up in a Wraith
I need to fill up the tank
No, I need to fill up the safe
I need to let all these hoes know
That none of they niggas is safe
I go to dinner and steak
Only the real can relate
I used to live in the P's
Now it's a crib with a Gate
Rollie got charms, look like Frosted Flakes
Had to let these bitches know
Just in case these hoes forgot
I just run and check the mail
Another check from Mona Scott
Said little bitch, you can't f*ck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get 'em both
I don't wanna choose
And I'm quick, cut a nigga off
Don't get comfortable
Look, I don't dance now
I make money moves (ayy, ayy)
Say I don't gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don't speak
That means I don't f*ck with you
I'm a boss, you a worker bitch
I make bloody moves (bloody moves)
Ayy
Said I'm the shit, couldn't f*ck with me if they wanted to
I don't gotta dance
Said little bitch, you can't f*ck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get 'em both
I don't wanna choose
And I'm quick, cut a nigga off
So don't get comfortable
Look, I don't dance now
I make money moves (ayy, ayy)
Say I don't gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don't speak
That means I don't f*ck with you
I'm a boss, you a worker, bitch
I make bloody moves
Now she says she gon' do what to who?
Let's find out and see, Cardi B
You know where I'm at
You know where I be
You in the club just to party
I'm there, I get paid a fee
I be in and out them banks so much
I know they're tired of me
Honestly, don't give a f*ck
'Bout who ain't fond of me
Dropped two mixtapes in six months
What bitch working as hard as me?
I don't bother with these hoes
Don't let these hoes bother me
They see pictures, they say, "Goals"
Bitch, I'm who they tryna be
Look, I might just chill in some Bape
I might just chill with your boo
I might just feel on your babe
My pussy feel like a lake
He wanna swim with his face
I'm like, "Okay"
I'll let him do what he want
He buy me Yves Saint Laurent
And the new whip
When I go fast as a horse
I got the trunk in the front
I'm the hottest in the street
Know you prolly heard of me
Got a bag and fixed my teeth
Hope you hoes know it ain't cheap
And I pay my mama bills
I ain't got no time to chill
Think these hoes be mad at me
Their baby father run a bill
Said little bitch, you can't f*ck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get 'em both
I don't wanna choose
And I'm quick, cut a nigga off
So don't get comfortable
Look, I don't dance now
I make money moves (ayy, ayy)
Say I don't gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don't speak
That means I don't f*ck with you
I'm a boss, you a worker, bitch
I make bloody moves
If you a pussy you get popped
You a goofy, you a opp
Don't you come around my way
You can't hang around my block
And I just checked my accounts
Turns out, I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich
I put my hand above my hip
I bet, you dip, he dip, she dip
I say, I get the money and go
This shit is hot like a stove
My pussy glitter as gold
Tell that lil' bitch play her role
I just arrove in a Rolls
I just came up in a Wraith
I need to fill up the tank
No, I need to fill up the safe
I need to let all these hoes know
That none of they niggas is safe
I go to dinner and steak
Only the real can relate
I used to live in the P's
Now it's a crib with a Gate
Rollie got charms, look like Frosted Flakes
Had to let these bitches know
Just in case these hoes forgot
I just run and check the mail
Another check from Mona Scott
Said little bitch, you can't f*ck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get 'em both
I don't wanna choose
And I'm quick, cut a nigga off
Don't get comfortable
Look, I don't dance now
I make money moves (ayy, ayy)
Say I don't gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don't speak
That means I don't f*ck with you
I'm a boss, you a worker bitch
I make bloody moves (bloody moves)
Writer: Laquan Green, Anthony White, Belcalis Almanzar, Jorden Thorpe, Klenord Raphael, Dieuson Octave, Maurice Jordan
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Be Careful
Yeah
Be careful, be careful, be careful with me, uh
Yeah, look
I wanna get married, like the Currys, Steph and Ayesha shit
But we more like Belly, Tommy and Keisha shit
Gave you TLC, you wanna creep and shit
Poured out my whole heart to a piece of shit
Man, I thought you would've learned your lesson
'Bout likin' pictures, not returnin' texts
I guess it's fine, man, I get the message
You still stutter after certain questions
You keep in contact with certain exes
Do you, though, trust me, nigga, it's cool, though
Said that you was workin', but you're out here chasin' culo
And putas, chillin' poolside, livin' two lives
I could've did what you did to me to you a few times
But if I did decide to slide, find a nigga
F*ck him, suck his dick, you would've been pissed
But that's not my M.O., I'm not that type of bitch
And karma for you is gon' be who you end up with
You make me sick, nigga
The only man, baby, I adore
I gave you everything, what's mine is yours
I want you to live your life of course
But I hope you get what you dyin' for
Be careful with me, do you know what you doin'?
Whose feelings that you hurtin' and bruisin'?
You gon' gain the whole world
But is it worth the girl that you're losin'?
Be careful with me
Yeah, it's not a threat, it's a warnin'
Be careful with me
Yeah, my heart is like a package with a fragile label on it
Be careful with me
Care for me, care for me
Always said that you'd be there for me, there for me
Boy, you better treat me carefully, carefully, look
I was here before all of this
Guess you actin' out now, you got an audience
Tell me where your mind is, drop a pin, what's the coordinates?
You might have a fortune, but you lose me, you still gon' be misfortunate, nigga
Tell me, this love's got you this f*cked up in the head
You want some random bitch up in your bed?
She don't even know your middle name, watch her 'cause she might steal your chain
You don't want someone who loves you instead? I guess not though
It's blatant disrespect, you nothin' like the nigga I met
Talk to me crazy and you quick to forget
You even got me trippin', you got me lookin' in the mirror different
Thinkin' I'm flawed because you inconsistent
Between a rock and a hard place, the mud and the dirt
It's gon' hurt me to hate you, but lovin' you's worse
It all stops so abrupt, we start switchin' it up
Teach me to be like you so I can not give a f*ck
Free to mess with someone else, I wish these feelings could melt
'Cause you don't care about a thing except your mothaf*ckin' self
You make me sick, nigga
The only man, baby, I adore
I gave you everything, what's mine is yours
I want you to live your life of course
But I hope you get what you dyin' for
Be careful with me, do you know what you doin'?
Whose feelings that you're hurtin' and bruisin'?
You gon' gain the whole world
But is it worth the girl that you're losin'?
Be careful with me
Yeah, it's not a threat, it's a warnin'
Be careful with me
Yeah, my heart is like a package with a fragile label on it
Be careful with me
Be careful, be careful, be careful with me, uh
Yeah, look
I wanna get married, like the Currys, Steph and Ayesha shit
But we more like Belly, Tommy and Keisha shit
Gave you TLC, you wanna creep and shit
Poured out my whole heart to a piece of shit
Man, I thought you would've learned your lesson
'Bout likin' pictures, not returnin' texts
I guess it's fine, man, I get the message
You still stutter after certain questions
You keep in contact with certain exes
Do you, though, trust me, nigga, it's cool, though
Said that you was workin', but you're out here chasin' culo
And putas, chillin' poolside, livin' two lives
I could've did what you did to me to you a few times
But if I did decide to slide, find a nigga
F*ck him, suck his dick, you would've been pissed
But that's not my M.O., I'm not that type of bitch
And karma for you is gon' be who you end up with
You make me sick, nigga
The only man, baby, I adore
I gave you everything, what's mine is yours
I want you to live your life of course
But I hope you get what you dyin' for
Be careful with me, do you know what you doin'?
Whose feelings that you hurtin' and bruisin'?
You gon' gain the whole world
But is it worth the girl that you're losin'?
Be careful with me
Yeah, it's not a threat, it's a warnin'
Be careful with me
Yeah, my heart is like a package with a fragile label on it
Be careful with me
Care for me, care for me
Always said that you'd be there for me, there for me
Boy, you better treat me carefully, carefully, look
I was here before all of this
Guess you actin' out now, you got an audience
Tell me where your mind is, drop a pin, what's the coordinates?
You might have a fortune, but you lose me, you still gon' be misfortunate, nigga
Tell me, this love's got you this f*cked up in the head
You want some random bitch up in your bed?
She don't even know your middle name, watch her 'cause she might steal your chain
You don't want someone who loves you instead? I guess not though
It's blatant disrespect, you nothin' like the nigga I met
Talk to me crazy and you quick to forget
You even got me trippin', you got me lookin' in the mirror different
Thinkin' I'm flawed because you inconsistent
Between a rock and a hard place, the mud and the dirt
It's gon' hurt me to hate you, but lovin' you's worse
It all stops so abrupt, we start switchin' it up
Teach me to be like you so I can not give a f*ck
Free to mess with someone else, I wish these feelings could melt
'Cause you don't care about a thing except your mothaf*ckin' self
You make me sick, nigga
The only man, baby, I adore
I gave you everything, what's mine is yours
I want you to live your life of course
But I hope you get what you dyin' for
Be careful with me, do you know what you doin'?
Whose feelings that you're hurtin' and bruisin'?
You gon' gain the whole world
But is it worth the girl that you're losin'?
Be careful with me
Yeah, it's not a threat, it's a warnin'
Be careful with me
Yeah, my heart is like a package with a fragile label on it
Be careful with me
Writer: Belcalis Almanzar, Mathew Samuels, Anderson Hernandez, Jordan Thorpe, Marilyn Bergman, Alan Bergman, Robert Diggs, Lauryn Hill, Clifford Smith, Lamont Hawkins, Dennis Coles, Gary Grice, Jason Hunter, Russell Jones, Corey Woods, Marvin Hamlisch
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Best Life
I'm livin' my best life, yeah, yeah
I'm livin' my best life
Made a couple M's, you know (ah, huh)
Said I'm livin' my best life
Said I'm livin' my best life
Made a couple M's with my best friends
Turned all my L's into lessons
You see the whip pullin' up, it's like "skrrt"
Dreams pullin' up, I'm like "skrrt"
I'm livin' my best life
It's my birthday, at least that's what I'm dressed like
I'm like Big Pop' mixed with 2Pac, I'm like Makaveli (yeah)
You need some, Little Caesar's pizza, I be hot and ready (woo)
Nigga, you a pussy and a rat, you like Tom and Jerry
Nigga, you ain't ballin', you just talkin', that's that commentary (huh)
I was in the field, man, I slaved for this (yeah)
Had to talk to God, dropped down, and prayed for this
To my surprise, He replied, said, "You made for this"
I seen the car I wanted, then I went and paid for it, cash cash
Hit the Tay-K, I hit the race, hit the dash dash
That's when they came for me on Twitter with the backlash
"#CardiBIsSoProblematic" is the hashtag
I can't believe they wanna see me lose that bad
They talkin' junk and they stink, these hoes mad trash
I'm gigglin', can't let the devil have the last laugh
Ain't no more beefin', I'm just keepin' to myself
I'm my own competition, I'm competin' with myself (brrr)
I told y'all, I'm livin' my best life (woo)
I told y'all, I said I'm livin' my best life (ayy)
I made a couple M's with my best friends
Turned all my L's into lessons (skrrt, skrrt)
You see the whip pullin' up, it's like "skrrt" (like skrrt)
Dreams pullin' up, it's like "skrrt" (like skrrt)
I'm livin' my best life
It's my birthday, at least that's what I'm dressed like (Chance, The Rapper)
You don't like money, I can see it your eye
You don't like winnin', I can see it in your tie
Better be careful with these women when you trickin', send it fly
She count money in her sleep and she don't never spend the night
But she trappin' and she had to make it happen for her life
Don't be mad because she havin' shit, you had it your whole life
We had baggage on our flight, we had badges on our asses
You got passes in your life, you had gadgets on your bike
God work magic, God work magic, God work magic in my life
And that guap look like Iyanla 'cause that bag just changed my life
Hey, y'all know good and damn well I don't want no champagne
But can we please get some more champagne?
Please, no Andre, G like 'Venchy
Reach like 'Bron James, pep talk from Yoncé
'Member my hands had ash like Pompeii
Now they hold cash, won't peak like Dante
I told y'all, I said I'm livin' my best life
I told y'all, I said I'm livin' my best life (ayy)
I made a couple M's with my best friends
Turned all my L's into lessons
You see the whip pullin' up, it's like "skrrt" (skrrt, skrrt, like skrrt)
Dreams pullin' up, it's like "skrrt" (like skrrt)
I'm livin' my best life
It's my birthday, at least that's what I'm dressed like
I said I never had a problem showin' y'all the real me
Hair when it's f*cked up, crib when it's filthy
Way-before-the-deal me, strip-to-pay-the-bills me
'Fore I fixed my teeth, man, those comments used to kill me
But never did I change, never been ashamed
Never did I switch, story stayed the same
I did this on my own, I made this a lane
Y'all gotta bear with me, I been through some things
Went from small-ass apartments to walkin' red carpets
Pissy elevators, now every dress is tailored
This some real-life fairy tale Binderella shit
I got further than them hoes said I will ever get
And that only goes to show that only God knows
I took pictures with Beyoncé, I met Mama Knowles
I'm the rose that came from the concrete in the Rolls
I'm like gold, I'm life goals, man, I'm chosen, I'm floatin', ayy
I told y'all, I said I'm livin' my best life
I told y'all, I said I'm livin' my best life (ayy)
I made a couple M's with my best friends
Turned all my L's into lessons
You see the whip pullin' up, it's like "skrrt" (skrrt, skrrt, like skrrt)
Dreams pullin' up, it's like "skrrt" (like skrrt)
I'm livin' my best life
It's my birthday, at least that's what I'm dressed like
Skrrt skrrt, it's goin' down right now
Skrrt skrrt, Jamie Foxx in your town like
Skrrt skrrt, money pilin' up, man
All the blessings comin' down
You don't know 'bout nothin' (you don't know)
You don't know 'bout nothin' (ayy)
You don't know 'bout nothin'
You don't know 'bout nothin' (I told y'all, I told y'all)
You don't know 'bout nothin' (I t-, I told y'all, I told y'all)
You don't know 'bout nothin' (told y'all, I t-, I told y'all)
You don't know 'bout nothin' (you don't know)
You don't know 'bout nothin'
You don't know 'bout nothin' (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
You don't know 'bout nothin' (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
You don't know 'bout nothin' (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
You don't know 'bout nothin' (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm livin' my best life
Made a couple M's, you know (ah, huh)
Said I'm livin' my best life
Said I'm livin' my best life
Made a couple M's with my best friends
Turned all my L's into lessons
You see the whip pullin' up, it's like "skrrt"
Dreams pullin' up, I'm like "skrrt"
I'm livin' my best life
It's my birthday, at least that's what I'm dressed like
I'm like Big Pop' mixed with 2Pac, I'm like Makaveli (yeah)
You need some, Little Caesar's pizza, I be hot and ready (woo)
Nigga, you a pussy and a rat, you like Tom and Jerry
Nigga, you ain't ballin', you just talkin', that's that commentary (huh)
I was in the field, man, I slaved for this (yeah)
Had to talk to God, dropped down, and prayed for this
To my surprise, He replied, said, "You made for this"
I seen the car I wanted, then I went and paid for it, cash cash
Hit the Tay-K, I hit the race, hit the dash dash
That's when they came for me on Twitter with the backlash
"#CardiBIsSoProblematic" is the hashtag
I can't believe they wanna see me lose that bad
They talkin' junk and they stink, these hoes mad trash
I'm gigglin', can't let the devil have the last laugh
Ain't no more beefin', I'm just keepin' to myself
I'm my own competition, I'm competin' with myself (brrr)
I told y'all, I'm livin' my best life (woo)
I told y'all, I said I'm livin' my best life (ayy)
I made a couple M's with my best friends
Turned all my L's into lessons (skrrt, skrrt)
You see the whip pullin' up, it's like "skrrt" (like skrrt)
Dreams pullin' up, it's like "skrrt" (like skrrt)
I'm livin' my best life
It's my birthday, at least that's what I'm dressed like (Chance, The Rapper)
You don't like money, I can see it your eye
You don't like winnin', I can see it in your tie
Better be careful with these women when you trickin', send it fly
She count money in her sleep and she don't never spend the night
But she trappin' and she had to make it happen for her life
Don't be mad because she havin' shit, you had it your whole life
We had baggage on our flight, we had badges on our asses
You got passes in your life, you had gadgets on your bike
God work magic, God work magic, God work magic in my life
And that guap look like Iyanla 'cause that bag just changed my life
Hey, y'all know good and damn well I don't want no champagne
But can we please get some more champagne?
Please, no Andre, G like 'Venchy
Reach like 'Bron James, pep talk from Yoncé
'Member my hands had ash like Pompeii
Now they hold cash, won't peak like Dante
I told y'all, I said I'm livin' my best life
I told y'all, I said I'm livin' my best life (ayy)
I made a couple M's with my best friends
Turned all my L's into lessons
You see the whip pullin' up, it's like "skrrt" (skrrt, skrrt, like skrrt)
Dreams pullin' up, it's like "skrrt" (like skrrt)
I'm livin' my best life
It's my birthday, at least that's what I'm dressed like
I said I never had a problem showin' y'all the real me
Hair when it's f*cked up, crib when it's filthy
Way-before-the-deal me, strip-to-pay-the-bills me
'Fore I fixed my teeth, man, those comments used to kill me
But never did I change, never been ashamed
Never did I switch, story stayed the same
I did this on my own, I made this a lane
Y'all gotta bear with me, I been through some things
Went from small-ass apartments to walkin' red carpets
Pissy elevators, now every dress is tailored
This some real-life fairy tale Binderella shit
I got further than them hoes said I will ever get
And that only goes to show that only God knows
I took pictures with Beyoncé, I met Mama Knowles
I'm the rose that came from the concrete in the Rolls
I'm like gold, I'm life goals, man, I'm chosen, I'm floatin', ayy
I told y'all, I said I'm livin' my best life
I told y'all, I said I'm livin' my best life (ayy)
I made a couple M's with my best friends
Turned all my L's into lessons
You see the whip pullin' up, it's like "skrrt" (skrrt, skrrt, like skrrt)
Dreams pullin' up, it's like "skrrt" (like skrrt)
I'm livin' my best life
It's my birthday, at least that's what I'm dressed like
Skrrt skrrt, it's goin' down right now
Skrrt skrrt, Jamie Foxx in your town like
Skrrt skrrt, money pilin' up, man
All the blessings comin' down
You don't know 'bout nothin' (you don't know)
You don't know 'bout nothin' (ayy)
You don't know 'bout nothin'
You don't know 'bout nothin' (I told y'all, I told y'all)
You don't know 'bout nothin' (I t-, I told y'all, I told y'all)
You don't know 'bout nothin' (told y'all, I t-, I told y'all)
You don't know 'bout nothin' (you don't know)
You don't know 'bout nothin'
You don't know 'bout nothin' (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
You don't know 'bout nothin' (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
You don't know 'bout nothin' (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
You don't know 'bout nothin' (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Writer: Belcalis Almanzar, Chancelor Bennett, Matthew Samuels, Allen Ritter, Kleonard Raphael
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
I Like It
Yeah baby, I like it like that
You gotta believe me when I tell you
I said I like it like that
You gotta believe me when I tell you
I said I like it like
Now I like dollars, I like diamonds
I like stunting, I like shining
I like million dollar deals
Where's my pen? Bitch I'm signin'
I like those Balenciagas, the ones that look like socks
I like going to the jeweler, I put rocks all in my watch
I like texts from my exes when they want a second chance
I like proving niggas wrong, I do what they say I can't
They call me Cardi Bardi, banging body
Spicy mami, hot tamale
Hotter than a Somali, fur coat, Ferrari
Hop out the stu', jump in the coupe (coupe)
Big Dipper on top of the roof
Flexing on bitches as hard as I can
Eating halal, driving the Lam'
Told that bitch I'm sorry though
'Bout my coins like Mario (Mario)
Yeah they call me Cardi B, I run this shit like cardio
Oh, facts
Diamond district in the Jag' (I said I like it like that)
Certified, you know I'm gang, gang, gang, gang (I said I like it like)
Drop the top and blow the brains (I said I like it like that)
Oh, he's so handsome, what's his name? (I said I like it)
Oh, I need the dollars (I said I like it like that) (ch-ching)
Beat it up like piñatas (I said I like it like)
Tell the driver, close the curtains (I said I like it like that)
Bad bitch make him nervous (I said I like it)
Cardi B
Chambean, chambean, pero no jalan (¡jalan!)
Tú compras to'a las Jordan, bobo, a mí me las regalan (jejeje)
I spend in the club (wuh), what you have in the bank (yeh)
This is the new religion, bang, en latino gang, gang, yeh
Trato de hacer dieta (yeh)
Pero es que en el closet tengo mucha grasa (wuh)
Ya mude la Gucci pa' dentro de casa, yeh (¡wuh!)
Cabrón, a ti no te conocen ni en Plaza (no)
El Diablo me llama pero Jesucristo me abraza
Guerrero como Eddie, que viva la raza (yeh)
Me gustan boricuas, me gustan cubanas (rrr)
Me gusta el acento de las colombianas (¿qué hubo pues?)
Cómo mueve el culo la dominicana (¿qué lo que?)
Lo rico que me chingan las venezolanas (woo!)
Andamos activos, Perico Pin Pin (woo)
Billetes de cien en el maletín (ching)
Que retumbe el bajo, Bobby Valentin, yeh (boo)
Aquí es prohibido amar, diles Charytín
Que pa'l picor les tengo Claritin
Yo llego a la disco y se forma el motín (rrr)
Diamond district in the Jag' (I said I like it like that)
Bad Bunny, baby, be, be, be, be
Certified, you know I'm gang, gang, gang, gang (I said I like it like-)
Drop the top and blow the brains (I said I like it like that)
Oh, he's so handsome, what's his name? (I said I like it)
Oh, I need the dollars (I said I like it like that)
Beat it up like piñatas (I said I like it like)
Tell the driver, close the curtains (I said I like it like that)
Bad bitch make him nervous (I said I like it)
Como Celia Cruz tengo el azúcar (azúca')
Tu jeva me vio y se fue de pecho como Jimmy Snuka (ah)
Te vamos a tumbar la peluca
Y arranca pa'l carajo cabrón
Que a ti no te vo'a pasar la hookah (hookah, hookah)
Mis tenis Balenciaga, me reciben en la entrada (woo)
Pa-pa-pa-pa-razzi, like I'm Lady Gaga (woo)
Y no te me hagas (ey)
Que en cover de Billboard tú has visto mi cara (ey)
No salgo de tu mente
Donde quieras que viajes has escuchado "Mi Gente"
Yo no soy high (high), soy como el Testarossa ('rossa)
Soy el que se la vive y también el que la goza (goza, goza)
Es la cosa, mami es la cosa (cosa, cosa)
El que mira sufre y el que toca goza (goza, goza)
I said I like it like that
I said I like it like that (rrr)
I said I like it like that (woo)
I said I like it like that
Diamond district in the Jag (I said I like it like that)
Certified, you know I'm gang, gang, gang, gang (I said I like it like-)
Drop the top and blow the brains (I said I like it like that)
Oh, he's so handsome, what's his name? (I said I like it)
You gotta believe me when I tell you
I said I like it like that
You gotta believe me when I tell you
I said I like it like
Now I like dollars, I like diamonds
I like stunting, I like shining
I like million dollar deals
Where's my pen? Bitch I'm signin'
I like those Balenciagas, the ones that look like socks
I like going to the jeweler, I put rocks all in my watch
I like texts from my exes when they want a second chance
I like proving niggas wrong, I do what they say I can't
They call me Cardi Bardi, banging body
Spicy mami, hot tamale
Hotter than a Somali, fur coat, Ferrari
Hop out the stu', jump in the coupe (coupe)
Big Dipper on top of the roof
Flexing on bitches as hard as I can
Eating halal, driving the Lam'
Told that bitch I'm sorry though
'Bout my coins like Mario (Mario)
Yeah they call me Cardi B, I run this shit like cardio
Oh, facts
Diamond district in the Jag' (I said I like it like that)
Certified, you know I'm gang, gang, gang, gang (I said I like it like)
Drop the top and blow the brains (I said I like it like that)
Oh, he's so handsome, what's his name? (I said I like it)
Oh, I need the dollars (I said I like it like that) (ch-ching)
Beat it up like piñatas (I said I like it like)
Tell the driver, close the curtains (I said I like it like that)
Bad bitch make him nervous (I said I like it)
Cardi B
Chambean, chambean, pero no jalan (¡jalan!)
Tú compras to'a las Jordan, bobo, a mí me las regalan (jejeje)
I spend in the club (wuh), what you have in the bank (yeh)
This is the new religion, bang, en latino gang, gang, yeh
Trato de hacer dieta (yeh)
Pero es que en el closet tengo mucha grasa (wuh)
Ya mude la Gucci pa' dentro de casa, yeh (¡wuh!)
Cabrón, a ti no te conocen ni en Plaza (no)
El Diablo me llama pero Jesucristo me abraza
Guerrero como Eddie, que viva la raza (yeh)
Me gustan boricuas, me gustan cubanas (rrr)
Me gusta el acento de las colombianas (¿qué hubo pues?)
Cómo mueve el culo la dominicana (¿qué lo que?)
Lo rico que me chingan las venezolanas (woo!)
Andamos activos, Perico Pin Pin (woo)
Billetes de cien en el maletín (ching)
Que retumbe el bajo, Bobby Valentin, yeh (boo)
Aquí es prohibido amar, diles Charytín
Que pa'l picor les tengo Claritin
Yo llego a la disco y se forma el motín (rrr)
Diamond district in the Jag' (I said I like it like that)
Bad Bunny, baby, be, be, be, be
Certified, you know I'm gang, gang, gang, gang (I said I like it like-)
Drop the top and blow the brains (I said I like it like that)
Oh, he's so handsome, what's his name? (I said I like it)
Oh, I need the dollars (I said I like it like that)
Beat it up like piñatas (I said I like it like)
Tell the driver, close the curtains (I said I like it like that)
Bad bitch make him nervous (I said I like it)
Como Celia Cruz tengo el azúcar (azúca')
Tu jeva me vio y se fue de pecho como Jimmy Snuka (ah)
Te vamos a tumbar la peluca
Y arranca pa'l carajo cabrón
Que a ti no te vo'a pasar la hookah (hookah, hookah)
Mis tenis Balenciaga, me reciben en la entrada (woo)
Pa-pa-pa-pa-razzi, like I'm Lady Gaga (woo)
Y no te me hagas (ey)
Que en cover de Billboard tú has visto mi cara (ey)
No salgo de tu mente
Donde quieras que viajes has escuchado "Mi Gente"
Yo no soy high (high), soy como el Testarossa ('rossa)
Soy el que se la vive y también el que la goza (goza, goza)
Es la cosa, mami es la cosa (cosa, cosa)
El que mira sufre y el que toca goza (goza, goza)
I said I like it like that
I said I like it like that (rrr)
I said I like it like that (woo)
I said I like it like that
Diamond district in the Jag (I said I like it like that)
Certified, you know I'm gang, gang, gang, gang (I said I like it like-)
Drop the top and blow the brains (I said I like it like that)
Oh, he's so handsome, what's his name? (I said I like it)
Writer: Belcalis Almanzar, Benito Antonio Martinez Ocasio, Craig Richard Kallman, Edgar Machuca, Edgar Wilmer Semper Vargas, Jermaine White, Jose Alvaro Osorio Balvin, Luian Malave, Manny Rodriguez, Noah K Assad, Pardison Fontaine, Tony Pabon, Vincent Marcellus Watson, Xavier Alexis Semper Vargas
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Ring
Ooh, ooh
Ring, ring, ring, ring
You don't hit my line no more, oh, oh
You don't make it ring, ring, ring, ring
I can't keep this on the low
I want you to make it ring, ring, ring, ring
Should I call first? I can't decide
I want to, but a bitch got pride
The switchin' up shit is what I can't f*ck with
I'm feelin' you but you hard to get in touch with
And you ain't hit me up in a while
Actin' like you don't know what number to dial
You quit, then that's it, I'ma throw in the towel
'Cause a nigga only gon' do what you allow
You don't want this gun smoke
Learn to text with your nose if your thumb broke
I don't care if we get into it and I stall on your ass
Better still wake up to missed calls from your ass, nigga
You don't hit my line no more, oh, oh
You don't make it ring, ring, ring, ring
I can't keep this on the low
I want you to make it ring, ring, ring, ring
Nah, nigga, now you gon' have to call me (call me)
'Cause I'm lookin' at these messages, they all me (yeah)
Actin' like they ain't niggas that want me
Let another nigga in your spot, and you gon' be hot, nigga, coffee
You gon' be sick to your, stomach
Hit me when you free, 1-800
It's emergency, call me 911
'Cause right now I'm out here tryna find someone
The ring on my phone, ring on my finger (brrr)
You actin' like you ain't tryna do either (yeah)
Was a good girl (ayy), watched me turn diva (uh)
Here goes my heart, I put it on speaker (oh)
You don't hit my line no more, oh, oh
You don't make it ring, ring, ring, ring
I can't keep this on the low
I want you to make it ring, ring, ring, ring
You used to be on my line
On my tip all the time, yeah
Love it when you make me feel
Like you don't mind when I ain't got time for you
And no it don't go to my head, I'm only arrogant in bed
I just love to know you wanna spend time with me instead
Now you all caught up, yeah
You all caught up and you done left me alone, yeah
You was all fed up
Ready for the next step, wanna be on your own
Said I just miss you, I just miss us, baby
All I know is
You don't hit my line no more, oh, oh
You don't make it ring, ring, ring, ring (you don't make it ring, baby)
I can't keep this on the low (yeah, yeah, oh)
I want you to make it ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring, ring
You don't hit my line no more, oh, oh
You don't make it ring, ring, ring, ring
I can't keep this on the low
I want you to make it ring, ring, ring, ring
Should I call first? I can't decide
I want to, but a bitch got pride
The switchin' up shit is what I can't f*ck with
I'm feelin' you but you hard to get in touch with
And you ain't hit me up in a while
Actin' like you don't know what number to dial
You quit, then that's it, I'ma throw in the towel
'Cause a nigga only gon' do what you allow
You don't want this gun smoke
Learn to text with your nose if your thumb broke
I don't care if we get into it and I stall on your ass
Better still wake up to missed calls from your ass, nigga
You don't hit my line no more, oh, oh
You don't make it ring, ring, ring, ring
I can't keep this on the low
I want you to make it ring, ring, ring, ring
Nah, nigga, now you gon' have to call me (call me)
'Cause I'm lookin' at these messages, they all me (yeah)
Actin' like they ain't niggas that want me
Let another nigga in your spot, and you gon' be hot, nigga, coffee
You gon' be sick to your, stomach
Hit me when you free, 1-800
It's emergency, call me 911
'Cause right now I'm out here tryna find someone
The ring on my phone, ring on my finger (brrr)
You actin' like you ain't tryna do either (yeah)
Was a good girl (ayy), watched me turn diva (uh)
Here goes my heart, I put it on speaker (oh)
You don't hit my line no more, oh, oh
You don't make it ring, ring, ring, ring
I can't keep this on the low
I want you to make it ring, ring, ring, ring
You used to be on my line
On my tip all the time, yeah
Love it when you make me feel
Like you don't mind when I ain't got time for you
And no it don't go to my head, I'm only arrogant in bed
I just love to know you wanna spend time with me instead
Now you all caught up, yeah
You all caught up and you done left me alone, yeah
You was all fed up
Ready for the next step, wanna be on your own
Said I just miss you, I just miss us, baby
All I know is
You don't hit my line no more, oh, oh
You don't make it ring, ring, ring, ring (you don't make it ring, baby)
I can't keep this on the low (yeah, yeah, oh)
I want you to make it ring, ring, ring, ring
Writer: Aaron Renner, Belcalis Almanzar, Bryan Sledge, Demario Bridges, Jorden Thorpe, Kehlani Parrish, Khari Cain, Klenord Raphael, Loren Hill, Michael Orabiyi, Nija Charles, Richard Shelton, Unknown Writer, Aaron c Sledge, Aaron louis ii Bennett, Michael anthony Barney
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, THE MEZZO AGENCY, LLC, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Missing Link Music, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, THE MEZZO AGENCY, LLC, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Missing Link Music, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Money Bag
Money bag, money bag
Money bag, bitch, I'm lookin' like a money bag
Money bag
Cardi
I do the Maybach on Monday, Ferrari Friday
This is sweet pussy Saturday, that's just what Plies say
I said "Bae, it's a snack," he said it's a entrée
With them pretty ass twins, you look like Beyoncé
Lookin' like money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
(Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah)
Money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
(Money bag, money bag, money bag)
He can tell from the front I got ass behind me
And I park my Bentley truck on my Versace driveway (skrrt)
Lookin' like money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
(Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah)
Money bag, money bag, money bag, woo
(Money bag, money bag, money bag)
And my bitches with me pretty, too, they look like bridesmaids
And they all bloody gang so don't be talkin' sideways
He said I'm protein thick, you look like a dope fiend, sis
He make sure he put Cardi down on his grocery list
Now why this bitch tryna look on my Snap?
I take your man and I won't give him back
I just walk into the booth and attack
I hit this grind, the roof gon' collapse
I been broke my whole life, I have no clue what to do with these racks
Wig be laid, waist snatched, ass fat, straight facts
Got lips like Angelina, Bentley truck tangerine, uh
Tramps jumpin' on my dick, that's why they call it trampoline, uh
I do the Maybach on Monday, Ferrari Friday
This is sweet pussy Saturday, that's just what Plies say
I said "Bae, it's a snack," he said it's a entrée
With them pretty ass twins, you look like Beyoncé
Lookin' like money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
(Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah)
Money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
(Money bag, money bag, money bag)
He can tell from the front I got ass behind me
And I park my Bentley truck on my Versace driveway
Lookin' like money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
(Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah)
Money bag, money bag, money bag, woo
(Money bag, money bag, money bag)
And my bitches with me pretty, too, they look like bridesmaids
And they all bloody gang so don't be talkin' sideways
These bitches salty, they sodium, they jelly, petroleum
Always talkin' in the background, don't never come to the podium
Chef Cardi B, I'm cookin' up, I see you hoes at the stove again
While you hoes were sleepin' on me, I made 40 bands by 4PM
They be taking shots, miss miss, X and O, kiss kiss
Everythin' your nigga want, I'm like a walkin' wishlist
I don't understand what this hate is about
How you gon' suck yo' man dick with my name in yo' mouth?
I do the Maybach on Monday, Ferrari Friday
This is sweet pussy Saturday, that's just what Plies say
I said "Bae, it's a snack," he said it's a entrée
With them pretty ass twins, you look like Beyoncé
Lookin' like, money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
(Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah)
Money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
(Money bag, money bag, money bag)
He can tell from the front I got ass behind me
And I park my Bentley truck on my Versace driveway
Lookin' like money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
(Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah)
Money bag, money bag, money bag, woo
(Money bag, money bag, money bag)
And my bitches with me pretty, too, they look like bridesmaids
And they all bloody gang so don't be talkin' sideways
Money bag, bitch, I'm lookin' like a money bag
Money bag
Cardi
I do the Maybach on Monday, Ferrari Friday
This is sweet pussy Saturday, that's just what Plies say
I said "Bae, it's a snack," he said it's a entrée
With them pretty ass twins, you look like Beyoncé
Lookin' like money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
(Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah)
Money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
(Money bag, money bag, money bag)
He can tell from the front I got ass behind me
And I park my Bentley truck on my Versace driveway (skrrt)
Lookin' like money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
(Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah)
Money bag, money bag, money bag, woo
(Money bag, money bag, money bag)
And my bitches with me pretty, too, they look like bridesmaids
And they all bloody gang so don't be talkin' sideways
He said I'm protein thick, you look like a dope fiend, sis
He make sure he put Cardi down on his grocery list
Now why this bitch tryna look on my Snap?
I take your man and I won't give him back
I just walk into the booth and attack
I hit this grind, the roof gon' collapse
I been broke my whole life, I have no clue what to do with these racks
Wig be laid, waist snatched, ass fat, straight facts
Got lips like Angelina, Bentley truck tangerine, uh
Tramps jumpin' on my dick, that's why they call it trampoline, uh
I do the Maybach on Monday, Ferrari Friday
This is sweet pussy Saturday, that's just what Plies say
I said "Bae, it's a snack," he said it's a entrée
With them pretty ass twins, you look like Beyoncé
Lookin' like money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
(Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah)
Money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
(Money bag, money bag, money bag)
He can tell from the front I got ass behind me
And I park my Bentley truck on my Versace driveway
Lookin' like money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
(Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah)
Money bag, money bag, money bag, woo
(Money bag, money bag, money bag)
And my bitches with me pretty, too, they look like bridesmaids
And they all bloody gang so don't be talkin' sideways
These bitches salty, they sodium, they jelly, petroleum
Always talkin' in the background, don't never come to the podium
Chef Cardi B, I'm cookin' up, I see you hoes at the stove again
While you hoes were sleepin' on me, I made 40 bands by 4PM
They be taking shots, miss miss, X and O, kiss kiss
Everythin' your nigga want, I'm like a walkin' wishlist
I don't understand what this hate is about
How you gon' suck yo' man dick with my name in yo' mouth?
I do the Maybach on Monday, Ferrari Friday
This is sweet pussy Saturday, that's just what Plies say
I said "Bae, it's a snack," he said it's a entrée
With them pretty ass twins, you look like Beyoncé
Lookin' like, money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
(Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah)
Money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
(Money bag, money bag, money bag)
He can tell from the front I got ass behind me
And I park my Bentley truck on my Versace driveway
Lookin' like money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
(Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah)
Money bag, money bag, money bag, woo
(Money bag, money bag, money bag)
And my bitches with me pretty, too, they look like bridesmaids
And they all bloody gang so don't be talkin' sideways
Writer: Belcalis Almanzar, Jordan Thorpe, Jermaine White, Kleonard Raphael
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Bartier Cardi
Bardi in a 'Rari, diamonds all over my body
Shinin' all over my body
Put that bitch on Molly
Bardi
Bitch on Molly
21, diamonds all over my body
Said, I got a bitch on Molly
Ask who nigga, I'm 'bout it
Your bitch wanna party with Cardi
Cartier Bardi in a 'Rari (21)
Diamonds all over my body (Cardi)
Shinin' all over my body (my body)
Cardi got your bitch on molly
Bitch, you ain't gang, you lame
Bentley truck lane to lane
Blow out the brain (21)
I go insane, insane
I drop a check on the chain
F*ck up a check in the plane
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah
Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Say what?)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (21)
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah
Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Cardi)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (Cardi)
Who get this mothaf*cker started? (Cardi)
Who took your bitch out to party? (Cardi)
I took your bitch in the party (Cardi)
Who that be fly as a Martian? (Cardi)
Who that on fleek in the cut? (Cardi)
Who got the bricks in the truck? (Cardi)
Them diamonds gon' hit like a bitch on a bitch ass bitch
Bitch, you a wannabe Cardi
Red bottom M.J. moonwalk on a bitch
Moonwalkin' through your clique
I'm moonwalkin' in the 6
Sticky with the kit, moonrocks in this bitch
I from the motherf*ckin' Bronx (Bronx)
I keep the pump in the trunk (trunk)
Bitch, if you bad then jump (jump)
Might leave your bitch in a slump
Your bitch wanna party with Cardi
Cartier Bardi in a 'Rari (21)
Diamonds all over my body (Cardi)
Shinin' all over my body (my body)
Cardi got your bitch on molly
Bitch, you ain't gang, you lame
Bentley truck lane to lane
Blow out the brain (21)
I go insane, insane
I drop a check on the chain
F*ck up a check in the plane
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah
Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Say what?)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (21)
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah
Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Cardi)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (Cardi)
Your bitch wanna party with a Savage (21)
Saint Laurent Savage in an Aston (yeah)
High end cars and fashion (21)
I don't eat pussy, I'm fastin' (on God)
I'm a Blood, my brother Crippin'
Bitch, I'm drippin', ho, you trippin'
Told the waitress I ain't tippin'
I like hot sauce on my chicken (on God)
I pulled the rubber off and I put hot sauce on her titties (21)
I'm in a Bentley truck, she keep on suckin' like it's tinted (21)
All these VVS', nigga, my sperm worth millions (on God)
The bitch so bad I popped a Molly 'fore I hit it (21)
Your bitch wanna party with Cardi
Cartier Bardi in a 'Rari (21)
Diamonds all over my body (Cardi)
Shinin' all over my body (my body)
Cardi got your bitch on molly
Bitch, you ain't gang, you lame
Bentley truck lane to lane
Blow out the brain (21)
I go insane, insane
I drop a check on the chain
F*ck up a check in the plane
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah
Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Say what?)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (21)
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah
Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Cardi)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (Cardi)
Step in this bitch in Givenchy (cash)
F*ck up a check in Givenchy (cash)
Boss out the coupe and them inches
I f*ck up a bag at the Fendi, I f*ck up a bag in a minute
Who you know drip like this?
Who you know built like this?
I'm poppin' shit like a dude
Pull up to pop at your crew
Brrt, poppin' at you, woo
They say you basic
I flooded the Rollie with diamonds
I flooded the Patek and bracelet
I got your bitch and she naked
Ice on the cake, when I bake it
I'm switchin' lanes in the Range
Swap out the dick for the brain
Swap out your bitch for your main
Swap out the trap for the fame
Ice on them Cardi B Cartier frames, bitch
Your bitch wanna party with Cardi
Cartier Bardi in a 'Rari (21)
Diamonds all over my body (Cardi)
Shinin' all over my body (my body)
Cardi got your bitch on molly
Bitch, you ain't gang, you lame
Bentley truck lane to lane
Blow out the brain (21)
I go insane, insane
I drop a check on the chain
F*ck up a check in the plane
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah
Cardi put the pussy on Offset (say what?)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (21)
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah
Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Cardi)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (Cardi)
Shinin' all over my body
Put that bitch on Molly
Bardi
Bitch on Molly
21, diamonds all over my body
Said, I got a bitch on Molly
Ask who nigga, I'm 'bout it
Your bitch wanna party with Cardi
Cartier Bardi in a 'Rari (21)
Diamonds all over my body (Cardi)
Shinin' all over my body (my body)
Cardi got your bitch on molly
Bitch, you ain't gang, you lame
Bentley truck lane to lane
Blow out the brain (21)
I go insane, insane
I drop a check on the chain
F*ck up a check in the plane
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah
Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Say what?)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (21)
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah
Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Cardi)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (Cardi)
Who get this mothaf*cker started? (Cardi)
Who took your bitch out to party? (Cardi)
I took your bitch in the party (Cardi)
Who that be fly as a Martian? (Cardi)
Who that on fleek in the cut? (Cardi)
Who got the bricks in the truck? (Cardi)
Them diamonds gon' hit like a bitch on a bitch ass bitch
Bitch, you a wannabe Cardi
Red bottom M.J. moonwalk on a bitch
Moonwalkin' through your clique
I'm moonwalkin' in the 6
Sticky with the kit, moonrocks in this bitch
I from the motherf*ckin' Bronx (Bronx)
I keep the pump in the trunk (trunk)
Bitch, if you bad then jump (jump)
Might leave your bitch in a slump
Your bitch wanna party with Cardi
Cartier Bardi in a 'Rari (21)
Diamonds all over my body (Cardi)
Shinin' all over my body (my body)
Cardi got your bitch on molly
Bitch, you ain't gang, you lame
Bentley truck lane to lane
Blow out the brain (21)
I go insane, insane
I drop a check on the chain
F*ck up a check in the plane
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah
Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Say what?)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (21)
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah
Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Cardi)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (Cardi)
Your bitch wanna party with a Savage (21)
Saint Laurent Savage in an Aston (yeah)
High end cars and fashion (21)
I don't eat pussy, I'm fastin' (on God)
I'm a Blood, my brother Crippin'
Bitch, I'm drippin', ho, you trippin'
Told the waitress I ain't tippin'
I like hot sauce on my chicken (on God)
I pulled the rubber off and I put hot sauce on her titties (21)
I'm in a Bentley truck, she keep on suckin' like it's tinted (21)
All these VVS', nigga, my sperm worth millions (on God)
The bitch so bad I popped a Molly 'fore I hit it (21)
Your bitch wanna party with Cardi
Cartier Bardi in a 'Rari (21)
Diamonds all over my body (Cardi)
Shinin' all over my body (my body)
Cardi got your bitch on molly
Bitch, you ain't gang, you lame
Bentley truck lane to lane
Blow out the brain (21)
I go insane, insane
I drop a check on the chain
F*ck up a check in the plane
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah
Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Say what?)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (21)
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah
Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Cardi)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (Cardi)
Step in this bitch in Givenchy (cash)
F*ck up a check in Givenchy (cash)
Boss out the coupe and them inches
I f*ck up a bag at the Fendi, I f*ck up a bag in a minute
Who you know drip like this?
Who you know built like this?
I'm poppin' shit like a dude
Pull up to pop at your crew
Brrt, poppin' at you, woo
They say you basic
I flooded the Rollie with diamonds
I flooded the Patek and bracelet
I got your bitch and she naked
Ice on the cake, when I bake it
I'm switchin' lanes in the Range
Swap out the dick for the brain
Swap out your bitch for your main
Swap out the trap for the fame
Ice on them Cardi B Cartier frames, bitch
Your bitch wanna party with Cardi
Cartier Bardi in a 'Rari (21)
Diamonds all over my body (Cardi)
Shinin' all over my body (my body)
Cardi got your bitch on molly
Bitch, you ain't gang, you lame
Bentley truck lane to lane
Blow out the brain (21)
I go insane, insane
I drop a check on the chain
F*ck up a check in the plane
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah
Cardi put the pussy on Offset (say what?)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (21)
Cardi took your man, you upset, uh
Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah
Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Cardi)
Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (Cardi)
Writer: Belcalis Almanzar, Darryl McCorkell, Irvin Whitlow, Josiah Muhammad, Samuel Gloade, Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Lamont J. Porter, Klenord Raphael, Tyree Simmons
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Exploration Group LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Exploration Group LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
She Bad
4Hunnid
Mustard on the beat ho
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Fendi bag
Prada bag, Louis bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag
Birkin bag, she in the bag, she drip, she swag
Never mad, she glad, Louis bag, she in the bag
Look, look
Momma needs some meal money (cash)
Prada bag and heel money
See my ex, he still love me (ha)
New nigga 'gon kill for me (yeah)
All my chains got diamonds in it (bling)
My account got commas in it (cash)
Damn daddy, you fine as hell
I hope your wallet got condoms in it
I'm up, she mad, I'm first, she's last (yeah)
Rob who? Take what? Click-clack, ski-mask
I'm a boss in a skirt, I'm a dog, I'm a flirt
Write a verse while I twerk, I wear Off-White at church
Prolly make the preacher sweat, read the Bible, Jesus wept
Bitch said that she gon' try me, how come I ain't seen it yet?
Give it to him so good that his eyes roll back (huh?)
Shorty said it's all hers, why her thighs don't match?
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Fendi bag
Prada bag, Louis bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag
Birkin bag, she in the bag, she drip, she swag
Never mad, she glad, Louis bag, she in the bag
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
Weave long, pussy bald, suck his dick through his drawers
Lick the balls just because, lil bitch, I evolved
I'm a monsta, mouth open wide like opera
Face down, ass up, I got perfect posture (woo)
It's lit like a lamp, lick you like a stamp (yuh)
Beat this pussy up (yuh) I take it like a champ (woo)
Balenciaga momma, I know you heard about her
Spoil me in Prada, I'm worth every dollar (cash)
The one you made, could keep 'em (yeah)
I need Chrissy Teigen
Know a bad bitch when I see one (yeah, woo)
Tell Rih-Rih I need a threesome
I'm his favorite type of chick, boujee, bad, and thick (uh)
I could buy designer, but this Fashion Nova fit
All that ass (woo, woo, woo, woo)
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Fendi bag
Prada bag, Louis bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag
Birkin bag, she in the bag, she drip, she swag
Never mad, she glad, Louis bag, she in the bag
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, in the bag, move slow, hit it fast
She ride me 'til I crash, 400 minutes, I last
She compliment my swag, all you niggas harass
All them bitches wanna be her friend now, she laugh (hey now)
Uh, uh, she buy her man a Bentley coupe
Uh, uh, she got niggas and bitches, too
Uh, uh, she wear off-white to church, ooh
Uh, only Birkin, not Dooney & Burke, woo
Birkin bag, f*ck a tag, f*ck me, and she f*ck me bad
Whispered in her ear, "You got these bitches beat, they runnin' laps"
You know you something special, you figured it out, you from the traps
Step out wearin' that dress, showin' that ass and it's a f*ckin' wrap
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Fendi bag
Prada bag, Louis bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag
Birkin bag, she in the bag, she drip, she swag
Never mad, she glad, Louis bag, she in the bag
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
Mustard on the beat ho
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Fendi bag
Prada bag, Louis bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag
Birkin bag, she in the bag, she drip, she swag
Never mad, she glad, Louis bag, she in the bag
Look, look
Momma needs some meal money (cash)
Prada bag and heel money
See my ex, he still love me (ha)
New nigga 'gon kill for me (yeah)
All my chains got diamonds in it (bling)
My account got commas in it (cash)
Damn daddy, you fine as hell
I hope your wallet got condoms in it
I'm up, she mad, I'm first, she's last (yeah)
Rob who? Take what? Click-clack, ski-mask
I'm a boss in a skirt, I'm a dog, I'm a flirt
Write a verse while I twerk, I wear Off-White at church
Prolly make the preacher sweat, read the Bible, Jesus wept
Bitch said that she gon' try me, how come I ain't seen it yet?
Give it to him so good that his eyes roll back (huh?)
Shorty said it's all hers, why her thighs don't match?
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Fendi bag
Prada bag, Louis bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag
Birkin bag, she in the bag, she drip, she swag
Never mad, she glad, Louis bag, she in the bag
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
Weave long, pussy bald, suck his dick through his drawers
Lick the balls just because, lil bitch, I evolved
I'm a monsta, mouth open wide like opera
Face down, ass up, I got perfect posture (woo)
It's lit like a lamp, lick you like a stamp (yuh)
Beat this pussy up (yuh) I take it like a champ (woo)
Balenciaga momma, I know you heard about her
Spoil me in Prada, I'm worth every dollar (cash)
The one you made, could keep 'em (yeah)
I need Chrissy Teigen
Know a bad bitch when I see one (yeah, woo)
Tell Rih-Rih I need a threesome
I'm his favorite type of chick, boujee, bad, and thick (uh)
I could buy designer, but this Fashion Nova fit
All that ass (woo, woo, woo, woo)
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Fendi bag
Prada bag, Louis bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag
Birkin bag, she in the bag, she drip, she swag
Never mad, she glad, Louis bag, she in the bag
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, in the bag, move slow, hit it fast
She ride me 'til I crash, 400 minutes, I last
She compliment my swag, all you niggas harass
All them bitches wanna be her friend now, she laugh (hey now)
Uh, uh, she buy her man a Bentley coupe
Uh, uh, she got niggas and bitches, too
Uh, uh, she wear off-white to church, ooh
Uh, only Birkin, not Dooney & Burke, woo
Birkin bag, f*ck a tag, f*ck me, and she f*ck me bad
Whispered in her ear, "You got these bitches beat, they runnin' laps"
You know you something special, you figured it out, you from the traps
Step out wearin' that dress, showin' that ass and it's a f*ckin' wrap
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Fendi bag
Prada bag, Louis bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag
Birkin bag, she in the bag, she drip, she swag
Never mad, she glad, Louis bag, she in the bag
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
Writer: Belcalis Almanzar, Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson, Dijon McFarlane, Leslie Wakefield, Kleonard Raphael
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Thru Your Phone
Look, I just want to break up all your shit
Call your mama phone
Let her know that she raised a bitch, then dial tone, click
And f*ck your little fake ass friends
Come around actin' like they my bros
I seen y'all little group texts
Where you all like to brag about your hoes
And you can tell your little bitch
I screenshotted all her naked pics
Oh, you wanna send nudes to my man?
Wake up and see your boobs on the 'Gram?
Little bitch, I cannot stand you, right hand to Jesus
I might just cut all the tongues out your sneakers
Smash your TV from Best Buy
You gon' turn me into into Left Eye
I don't wanna hear 'bout invasion of privacy
I had a feeling, it turns out you lie to me
I'm holdin' back everything that's inside of me
How you out f*ckin' with bitches that follow me?
My heart is beating like it's bleeding out
(You sleeping, you sleeping, you sleeping)
You sleeping like a baby
Everyone was right about you now, and
(You creeping, you creeping, you creeping)
I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
Saw some things I didn't like
I went through your phone last night
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
All I can see is you and her in different scenarios
Beyoncé on my stereo, "Resentment" on repeat
I'ma make you a bowl of cereal with a teaspoon of bleach
Serve it to you like, "Here you go, nigga, bon appétit"
Look do you give it to her raw? You love her or nah?
You risk your whole home for a hoe from the bar?
You really want them hoes? You can have them bitches
You don't even cheat with no badder bitches
This shit is eatin' me, you sleepin' peacefully
Gettin' more mad at you, thinkin' 'bout stabbing you
Don't even know that you this close to dyin'
You gon' wake up like, "Why you got an attitude?"
My heart is beating like it's bleeding out
(You sleeping, you sleeping, you sleeping)
You sleeping like a baby
Everyone was right about you now, and
(You creeping, you creeping, you creeping)
I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
Saw some things I didn't like
I went through your phone last night
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
It's killing me
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
It's killing me
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
It's killing me
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
It's killing me
I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
Saw some things I didn't like
I went through your phone last night
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
Call your mama phone
Let her know that she raised a bitch, then dial tone, click
And f*ck your little fake ass friends
Come around actin' like they my bros
I seen y'all little group texts
Where you all like to brag about your hoes
And you can tell your little bitch
I screenshotted all her naked pics
Oh, you wanna send nudes to my man?
Wake up and see your boobs on the 'Gram?
Little bitch, I cannot stand you, right hand to Jesus
I might just cut all the tongues out your sneakers
Smash your TV from Best Buy
You gon' turn me into into Left Eye
I don't wanna hear 'bout invasion of privacy
I had a feeling, it turns out you lie to me
I'm holdin' back everything that's inside of me
How you out f*ckin' with bitches that follow me?
My heart is beating like it's bleeding out
(You sleeping, you sleeping, you sleeping)
You sleeping like a baby
Everyone was right about you now, and
(You creeping, you creeping, you creeping)
I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
Saw some things I didn't like
I went through your phone last night
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
All I can see is you and her in different scenarios
Beyoncé on my stereo, "Resentment" on repeat
I'ma make you a bowl of cereal with a teaspoon of bleach
Serve it to you like, "Here you go, nigga, bon appétit"
Look do you give it to her raw? You love her or nah?
You risk your whole home for a hoe from the bar?
You really want them hoes? You can have them bitches
You don't even cheat with no badder bitches
This shit is eatin' me, you sleepin' peacefully
Gettin' more mad at you, thinkin' 'bout stabbing you
Don't even know that you this close to dyin'
You gon' wake up like, "Why you got an attitude?"
My heart is beating like it's bleeding out
(You sleeping, you sleeping, you sleeping)
You sleeping like a baby
Everyone was right about you now, and
(You creeping, you creeping, you creeping)
I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
Saw some things I didn't like
I went through your phone last night
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
It's killing me
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
It's killing me
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
It's killing me
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
It's killing me
I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
Saw some things I didn't like
I went through your phone last night
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
Writer: Alexandra Leah Tamposi, Andrew Wotman, Belcalis Almanzar, Benjamin Levin, Jordan Thorpe, Kleonard Raphael, Justin Drew Tranter
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
I Do
I left a nigga on read 'cause I felt like it
Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket
Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks divine
No wonder, wonder why I do whatever I like
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I think us bad bitches is a gift from God (gift from God)
I think you broke hoes need to get a job (get a job)
Now I'm a boss, I write my own name on the checks (Cardi)
Pussy so good, I say my own name during sex
I might smack a bitch 'cause I felt like it
Gucci shoes and a belt like it
Said that Cardi is his favorite fragrance
I'm a rich bitch and I smell like it
I'm in a boss bitch mood, ayy, these heels are Givenchy, ho
These are some boss bitch shoes
If you ain't no boss bitch, move, ayy
For the record, I set record record sales
I like niggas that been in and outta jail
They said by now that I'll be finished, hard to tell (I can tell)
My little fifteen minutes lasted long as hell, huh?
I left a nigga on read 'cause I felt like it
Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket
Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks divine
No wonder, wonder why I do whatever I like
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
Look, broke hoes do what they can (can)
Good girls do what they told (told)
Bad bitches do what they want (they want)
That's why a bitch is so cold
I'm a gangsta in a dress, I'm a bully in the bed
Only time that I'm a lady's when I lay these hoes to rest
The coupe is roofless, but I get top in it
I'm provocative, it's my prerogative
80K just to know what time is it
Cardi rockin' it, go buy stock in it
Spent what I want, ain't no limit
I say what I want, I ain't never been timid
Only real shit comes out my mouth and only real niggas go in it
Leave his texts on read, leave his balls on blue
Put it on airplane mode so none of those calls come through
Here's a word to my ladies
Don't you give these niggas none (give 'em none)
If they can make you rich or they can make you cum
I left a nigga on read 'cause I felt like it
Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket
Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks divine
No wonder wonder why I do whatever I like
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket
Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks divine
No wonder, wonder why I do whatever I like
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I think us bad bitches is a gift from God (gift from God)
I think you broke hoes need to get a job (get a job)
Now I'm a boss, I write my own name on the checks (Cardi)
Pussy so good, I say my own name during sex
I might smack a bitch 'cause I felt like it
Gucci shoes and a belt like it
Said that Cardi is his favorite fragrance
I'm a rich bitch and I smell like it
I'm in a boss bitch mood, ayy, these heels are Givenchy, ho
These are some boss bitch shoes
If you ain't no boss bitch, move, ayy
For the record, I set record record sales
I like niggas that been in and outta jail
They said by now that I'll be finished, hard to tell (I can tell)
My little fifteen minutes lasted long as hell, huh?
I left a nigga on read 'cause I felt like it
Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket
Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks divine
No wonder, wonder why I do whatever I like
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
Look, broke hoes do what they can (can)
Good girls do what they told (told)
Bad bitches do what they want (they want)
That's why a bitch is so cold
I'm a gangsta in a dress, I'm a bully in the bed
Only time that I'm a lady's when I lay these hoes to rest
The coupe is roofless, but I get top in it
I'm provocative, it's my prerogative
80K just to know what time is it
Cardi rockin' it, go buy stock in it
Spent what I want, ain't no limit
I say what I want, I ain't never been timid
Only real shit comes out my mouth and only real niggas go in it
Leave his texts on read, leave his balls on blue
Put it on airplane mode so none of those calls come through
Here's a word to my ladies
Don't you give these niggas none (give 'em none)
If they can make you rich or they can make you cum
I left a nigga on read 'cause I felt like it
Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket
Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks divine
No wonder wonder why I do whatever I like
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
Writer: Belcalis Almanzar, Solana Rowe, Shane Lindstrom, Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer, Kleonard Raphael
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Invasion of Privacy is the debut studio album by American rapper Cardi B. It was her major-label debut. The album features guest appearances by Migos, Chance the Rapper, Kehlani, SZA, 21 Savage, J Balvin, Bad Bunny, and YG.
Primarily a hip hop album, Invasion of Privacy also comprises trap, Latin music and R&B, while its lyrical themes include fame, success, wealth, sex, and feminism, as well as Cardi B's past.
The album debuted atop the US Billboard 200, earning 255,000 album-equivalent units in its first week, with 103,000 coming from pure album sales. It has been certified quadruple platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA).
It produced five singles—"Bodak Yellow", "Bartier Cardi" featuring 21 Savage, "Be Careful", "I Like It" with Bad Bunny and J Balvin, and "Ring" featuring Kehlani. Both Diamond-certified singles "Bodak Yellow" and "I Like It" reached number one on the Billboard Hot 100, making her the first female rapper to achieve multiple chart-toppers.
Upon release, the album set multiple streaming records, including being the first album by a female artist to debut with more than 100 million streams on Apple Music, while she became the first female artist to chart thirteen songs simultaneously on the Hot 100. It also became the first album in music history to have all its tracks certified platinum or higher by the RIAA. It was the top female rap album of the 2010s, according to the Billboard 200 decade-end chart.
It broke the record for longest-charting album by a female rapper on the Billboard 200, surpassing The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill, and has spent three full years on the chart. In December 2019, it was the most-streamed female rap album on Spotify and Apple Music, and the most-viewed female rap album on YouTube. According to The Recording Academy, it is the best-selling female rap album of the 2010s.
Among its accolades, it won Best Rap Album at the 61st Annual Grammy Awards, with Cardi B becoming the first female rapper to win the award as a solo artist. It was also nominated for Album of the Year, with "I Like It" being nominated for Record of the Year and "Be Careful" for Best Rap Performance.
It became the first female rap album in fifteen years to be nominated for Album of the Year. "Bodak Yellow" was nominated for Best Rap Song and Best Rap Performance for the previous ceremony. At the 2019 BET Awards, Invasion of Privacy won the BET Award for Album of the Year.
Performed By:
Cardi BPrimarily a hip hop album, Invasion of Privacy also comprises trap, Latin music and R&B, while its lyrical themes include fame, success, wealth, sex, and feminism, as well as Cardi B's past.
The album debuted atop the US Billboard 200, earning 255,000 album-equivalent units in its first week, with 103,000 coming from pure album sales. It has been certified quadruple platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA).
It produced five singles—"Bodak Yellow", "Bartier Cardi" featuring 21 Savage, "Be Careful", "I Like It" with Bad Bunny and J Balvin, and "Ring" featuring Kehlani. Both Diamond-certified singles "Bodak Yellow" and "I Like It" reached number one on the Billboard Hot 100, making her the first female rapper to achieve multiple chart-toppers.
Upon release, the album set multiple streaming records, including being the first album by a female artist to debut with more than 100 million streams on Apple Music, while she became the first female artist to chart thirteen songs simultaneously on the Hot 100. It also became the first album in music history to have all its tracks certified platinum or higher by the RIAA. It was the top female rap album of the 2010s, according to the Billboard 200 decade-end chart.
It broke the record for longest-charting album by a female rapper on the Billboard 200, surpassing The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill, and has spent three full years on the chart. In December 2019, it was the most-streamed female rap album on Spotify and Apple Music, and the most-viewed female rap album on YouTube. According to The Recording Academy, it is the best-selling female rap album of the 2010s.
Among its accolades, it won Best Rap Album at the 61st Annual Grammy Awards, with Cardi B becoming the first female rapper to win the award as a solo artist. It was also nominated for Album of the Year, with "I Like It" being nominated for Record of the Year and "Be Careful" for Best Rap Performance.
It became the first female rap album in fifteen years to be nominated for Album of the Year. "Bodak Yellow" was nominated for Best Rap Song and Best Rap Performance for the previous ceremony. At the 2019 BET Awards, Invasion of Privacy won the BET Award for Album of the Year.
Genre(s): Hip hop, trap
Producer(s): Craig Kallman, 30 Roc, Allen Ritter, Andrew Watt, Benny Blanco, Boi-1da, Cubeatz, DJ Mustard, Frank Dukes, J. White Did It, Keyz, Murda Beatz, Needlz, Scribz Riley, Tainy, Vinylz
Released: April 6th, 2018
Year: 2018