Said, "Lil bitch, you can't fuck 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 Say I don't gotta dance, I make money move If I see you and I don't speak, that means I don't fuck with you I'm a boss, you a worker, bitch, I make bloody moves Now she say 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 fuck '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 get 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 If you a pussy, you get popped, you a groupie, 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 a-rove 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 their 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