paroles de chanson Money (Mixed) - Cardi B

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 broads chills
Ten different looks and my looks all kill
I kiss him in the mout I feel all grills
He eat in the car, that's meals on wheels Woo

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 a little ass Money
You get a little bag and take it to the store Store money
Get a little cash Money
You shake it real fast, you 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

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
Is 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

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 a little ass Money
You get a little bag and take it to the store Store money
Get a little cash Money
You shake it real fast, you 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

Bitch, I will pop at 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'USSÉ
He gonna eat this ass like soup Ayy

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
Money