imaginary playerz

Cardi B

Yeah
It s the motherfuckin Brimcess, you heard?
The shit these bitches be braggin about is like
Shit I was doin in like 2016, type shit
Like (Why these bitches hatin ?)
You bitches don t even know the difference
Between vintage and archive, like
(Why these bitches hatin ?)
Yeah, look

Now I spit that other shit,
Pretty motherfucker shit
Cardi B, every song platinum,
I m not the other bitch
Whatever you was gon pay h?r,
You gotta double it
Gloryhole, bitches don t know who th?y fuckin with
Their money my stocks and share money
Your booking fee is my makeup and hair money
Bitches say I think I m the shit,
And do (And do) , and did
Just know you bitches can t live
I got the hottest shit, hop out, poppin it
They say I walk around lookin like a compliment
Shut up, stop whinin , Cardi still shinin
Hoes kept complainin ,
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 man watches
End make em take links out, bitch

(Why these bitches hatin ?) I mean
It s really easy for me to talk this shit
Cause I live this shit (Why these bitches hatin ?)
I just gotta make it rhyme

Bitches, I leave em all fucked, 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
Patience lookin at me like, Cardi, what the fuck?
Striped like Thom Brown, these bitches should calm down
Quicker they lift up, the quicker they fall down
Poor thing, Twitter must be gassin them heavy
Makin 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 out of time
I m a legend,
They gon hang my heels from the power lines

(Why these bitches hatin ?) All I m sayin is
God forbid some shit happened to the Brim
Put my motherfuckin heels in Nelson Ave
(Why these bitches hatin ?)
Bronx legend, you heard?

My flop and your flop is not the same
If you did dirty numbers, y all would pop champagne
If I did your numbers, I would hop out a plane
Suicide if I fall from the distance you and I
They gotta be kidding
Whatever they smokin on,
It gotta be hitting
The bag you just posted
Been in the closet sittin
The car he just got you,
Bow tie and a ribbon?
Been in my driveway not gettin driven
Y all some bitches, ho, y all just started startin
Birthday at Carbone, to me that s Olive Garden
A nigga couldn t take me there,
That s y all department
Tasteless, basic
I m a Waldorf penthouse every state, bitch
2016, I had Fashion Nova lit
Ask Rich, y all need your ass whipped

What the fuck you mean
Bitch is oudressin me?
(Why these bitches hatin ?)
How that bitch outdressin me
With my fuckin vibe, bitch?
(Why these bitches hatin ?)
Duh, I dressed that bitch

Fixin y all mout to talk fashion with me
I m the one who showed these girls what fashion could be
The first rap bitch 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 bitches is nuts, bitches is ball sacks
And behind my back,
Bitches be tight like bra straps, ayy