Cardi B Money Lyrics

[Verse 1] Look, my bitches all bad, my niggas all real I ride on his dick, in some big tall heels Big fat checks, big large bills Front, I'll flip like ten cartwheels Cold ass bitch, I give Ross chills Ten different looks and my looks all kill I kiss him in the mouth, I feel all grills He eat in the car, that's meals on wheels (Woo!)

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Photos [Verse 2] I gotta fly, I need a jet, shit I need room for my legs I got a baby, I need some money, yeah I need cheese for my egg All y'all bitches in trouble Bring brass knuckles to the scuffle I heard that Cardi went pop Yeah, I did go pop (Pop) That's me bustin' they bubble I'm Dasani with the drip Baby mommy with the clip Walk out Follie's with a bitch Bring a thottie to the whip If she fine or she thick, goddamn Walkin' past the mirror, ooh Damn, I'm fine (Fine) Let a bitch try me, boom Hammer time, uh

[Chorus] I was born to flex (Yes) Diamonds on my neck I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex (Woo!) But nothing in this world that I like more than checks (Money) All I really wanna see is the (Money) I don't really need the D, I need the (Money) All a bad bitch need is the (Money) I got bands in the coupe (Coupe) Bustin' out the roof I got bands in the coupe (Coupe) Touch me, I'll shoot (Bow) Shake that little ass (Money) Get a little bag and take it to the store (Store, money) Get a little cash (Money) Shake it real fast and get a little more (Money) I got bands in the coupe (Coupe) Bustin' out the roof I got bands in the coupe (Brrr) Touch me, I'll shoot (Bow)

[Verse 3] Bitch, I will pop on your pops (Your pops) Bitch, I will pop on whoever (Brrr) You know who popped the most shit? (Who?) The people whose shit not together (Okay) You'da bet Cardi a freak (Freak) All my pajamas is leather (Uh) Bitch, I will black on your ass Wakanda forever Sweet like a honey bun, spit like a Tommy gun Rollie a one of one, come get your mommy some Cardi at the tip-top, bitch Kiss the ring and kick rocks, sis (Uh) Jump it down, back it up (Ooh, ayy) Make that nigga put down 2K I like my niggas dark like D'usse You gonna eat this ass like soup (Ayy)

[Chorus] I was born to flex, diamonds on my neck I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex But nothing in this world that I like more than Kulture All I really wanna see is the (Money) I don't really need the D, I need the (Money) All a bad bitch need is the K, K, C (Woo!)

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