Cardi B – Money Audio Download
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Lyrics
Look, my bitches all bad, my niggas all realI ride on his dick, in some big tall heelsBig fat checks, big large billsFront, I’ll flip like ten cartwheelsCold ass bitch, I give broads chillsTen different looks and my looks all killI kiss him in the mouth, I feel all grillsHe eat in the car, that’s meals on wheels (woo!)
I was born to flex (yes)Diamonds on my neckI 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 roofI 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 roofI got bands in the coupe (brrr)Bustin’ out the roof (Cardi)
I gotta fly, I need a jet, shitI need room for my legsI got a baby, I need some money, yeahI need cheese for my eggAll y’all bitches in troubleBring brass knuckles to the scuffleI heard that Cardi went popYeah, I did go pop (pop)That’s me bustin’ they bubbleI’m Dasani with the dripBaby mommy with the clipWalk out Follie’s with a bitchBring a thottie to the whipIs she fine or she thick, goddamnWalkin’ past the mirror, oohDamn, I’m fine (fine)Let a bitch try me, boomHammer time, uh
I was born to flex (yes)Diamonds on my neckI 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 roofI 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 roofI 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 assWakanda foreverSweet like a honey bun, spit like a Tommy gunRollie a one of one, come get your mommy someCardi at the tip-top, bitchKiss the ring and kick rocks, sis (uh)Jump it down, back it up (ooh, ayy)Make that nigga put down 2KI like my niggas dark like D’USSÉHe gonna eat this ass like soup (ayy)
I was born to flex, diamonds on my neckI like boardin’ jets, I like mornin’ sexBut nothing in this world that I like more than KultureAll I really wanna see is the (money)I don’t really need the D, I need the (money)All a bad bitch need is theK, K, C (woo!)
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Songwriters: Anthony G. White / Belcalis Almanzar / Jorden Thorpe / Kleonard Raphael
Money lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
