Songtexte Money - 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 frost 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, whoo

I was born to flex (yes), diamonds on my neck
I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex (whoo)
But nothin' 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 flow)

I got bands in the coupe (coupe), bustin' out the roof
I got bands in the coupe (coupe), touch me, I'll shoot, blaow
Shake a lil' ass (money), get a lil' bag and take it to the store (store, money)
Get a lil' cash (money), shake it real fast and get a lil' more (money)
I got bands in the coupe (coupe), bustin' out the roof
I got bands in the coupe (brr), 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, if she fine or she thick, goddamn (uh-uh)
Walkin' past the mirror, ooh, damn, I'm fine (fine)
Let a bitch try me, boom (boom), hammer time, uh

I was born to flex (yes), diamonds on my neck
I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex (whoo)
But nothin' 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 flow)

I got bands in the coupe (coupe), bustin' out the roof
I got bands in the coupe (coupe), touch me, I'll shoot, blaow
Shake a lil' ass (money), get a lil' bag and take it to the store (store, money)
Get a lil' cash (money), shake it real fast and get a lil' more (money)
I got bands in the coupe (coupe), bustin' out the roof
I got bands in the coupe (brr), touch me, I'll shoot, blaow

Bitch, I'll pop on your pops (your pops), bitch, I'll pop on whoever (brr)
You know who pop the most shit? The people whose shit not together (Who? Okay)
You'da bet Cardi a freak (uh), all my pajamas is leather (uh)
Bitch, I'll black on yo' ass (yeah), wakanda forever (whoo-whoo)

Sweet like a honeybun, spit like a Tommy gun (brrt)
Rollie a one of one, come get your mommy some
Cardi at the tip-top, bitch, kiss the ring and kick rocks, sis (mwah)
Jump it down, back it up, ooh-ay, make that nigga put down 2K
I like my niggas dark like D'USSÉ, he gonna eat this ass like soufflé

I was born to flex, diamonds on my neck
I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex
But nothin' in this world that I like more than Kulture (Kulture, Kulture, 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, whoo

(Money) money
(Money, money)
(Money, money)
(Money, money)