Yeah
It's the motherf**king Brimcess, you heard?
The s**t these b**ches be braggin' about is like
S**t I was doin' in like 2016 type s**t
Like (Why these b**ches hating?)
You b**ches don't even know the difference between vintage and archive, like (Why these b**ches hating?)
Yeah, look
Now I spit that other s**t, pretty motherf**ker s**t
Cardi B, every song platinum, I'm not the other b**ch
Whatever you was gon' pay her, you gotta double it
Glory hole, b**ches don't know who they f**kin' with
Their money my stocks and share money
Your booking fee is my make-up and hair money
B**ches say I think I'm the s**t and do (And do) (And did)
Just know you b**ches can't live
I got the hottest s**t, hop out, poppin' it
They say I walk around looking like a compliment
Shut up, stop whining, Cardi still shining
Hoes kept complaining so I copped more diamonds
And more archive, vintage couture on me
I got more Gaultier than Jean probably
Summer with cheeks out, winter, it's minks out
I buy grown men watches and make them take links out, b**ch
(Why these b**ches hating?) I mean
It's really easy for me to talk this s**t 'cause I live this s**t
(Why these bitches hating?) I just gotta make it rhyme
B**ches, I leave 'em all f**ked, fists be balled up
Y'all hoes look cheap, that shit don't cost much
I'm a star, but I'll smack you, don't get starstruck
Patientce lookin' at me like "Cardi, what the f**k?"
Striped like Thom Browne, these b**ches should calm down
Quicker they lift up, the quicker they fall down
Poor thing, Twitter must be gassin' them heavy
Making them jump in the rim with the Brim before they ready
I seen whole fan pages make avatar changes
All that old love go to new fan bases
Now your fifteen up, you already outta time
I'm a legend, they gon' hang my heels from the power lines
(Why these b**ches hating?) All I'm saying is
God forbid some shit happened to the Brim
Put my motherf**king heels in Nelson Ave (Why these b**ches hating?)
Bronx legend, you heard?
My flop and your flop is not the same
If you did my numbers, y'all would pop Champagne
If I did your numbers, I would hop out a plane
Suicide if I fall from the distance of you and I
They gotta be kidding
Whatever they smoking on, it gotta be hitting
The bag you just posted been in the closet sitting
The car he just got you, bow tie and a ribbon?
Been in my driveway not getting driven
Y'all some bench b**ches
Ho, y'all just started starting
Birthday at Carbone, to me, that's Olive Garden
A n**ga couldn't take me there, that's y'all department
Tasteless, basic
I'm a Waldorf penthouse every state b**ch
2016, I had Fashion Nova lit
Ask Rich, y'all need your ass whipped
What the f**k you mean this bitch is outdressing me? (Why these b**ches hating?)
How that b**ch outdressing me with my f**king vibe, b**ch? Duh (Why these b**ches hating?)
I dressed that b**ch
Fixin' y'all mouth to talk fashion with me
I'm the one who showed these girls what fashion could be
The first rap b**ch on the cover of Vogue
But somehow y'all passed me I suppose
I know your type, all bold and all cap
For the Love Of Hip Hop, y'all knew me before that
These b**ches is nuts, b**ches is ball sacks
And behind my back, b**ches be tight like bra straps, aye
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