Money — Cardi B — текст песни (text)

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

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

[Verse 2] I gotta fly, I need a jet, shit
I need room for my legs
I got a baby, I need some money, yeah
I need cheese for my egg
All y’all b*tches 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 b*tch
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 b*tch 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 b*tch 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] b*tch, I will pop on your pops (Your pops)
b*tch, 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)
b*tch, 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, b*tch
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 b*tch need is the
K, K, C (Woo!)

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