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 talking sidewaysHe said I’m protein thick, you look like a thottie, 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 [?] waist snatched, ass fat, straight facts Got lips like Angelina, Bentley truck tangerine, uh [?] jumping on my dick, that’s why they call it trampoline, uhI 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 talking sidewaysThese 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 4 pm 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 talking sideways…
