text: Ahhh
  Cardi!
  Turn around, fuck it all the way up
  Bust it down, turn around, fuck it all the way up
  Bust it down, turn around, fuck it— 
  Lets get it straight, girl, you dont need a nigga for nothin
  Lookin better every day, you got that Benjamin Button
  Claimin he dont got a girl, you know niggas be frontin
  You dont need no bitch comin up to you as a woman 
  And you a boss, so you hate when niggas waste time 
  You too pretty to be paused on the FaceTime 
  Damn, Im just statin the facts
  You hate that like you hate when niggas tell you, Relax
  What the fuck you mean, Relax?
  You want somethin more than just physical 
  Its been a while since you met someone original 
  You spend your time drinkin wine in your livin room
  All that good pussy, cant find the one to give it to 
  Its a, its a shame 
  You see me, see the squad, its a gang 
  You see him, its a bum, its a lame 
  But its a difference tween me and whats-his-name 
  I swear to God, word to Mase 
  Ima drink this Henny to the face 
  Fuck a condom, Ima bring Saran Wrap 
  I cant let no good pussy go to waste 
  Back, back-backin it up
  Im the king of talkin shit, then backin it up 
  Back, back-backin it up
  Throw that shit over here, girl, thats what its for 
  You know how to go and get a bag, dont you? 
  You know how to make a bitch mad, dont you ?
  Make your ex wanna get it back, thats a fact
  Say it louder for the bitches in the back 
  I know how to go and get a bag, dont I? 
  I know how to get a bitch mad, dont I? 
  Make my ex wanna get it back, thats a fact
  Say it louder for the bitches in the back 
  Back, back-backin it up
  Im the queen of talkin shit, then Im backin it up 
  Back, back-backin it up
  Throw that money over here, nigga, thats what its for 
  Look, said I was gettin some head, get-gettin some head
  Ran down on a bitch, she almost pissed on her leg
  Bitches think they fuckin with me, must be sick in the head
  Why dont you chill with the beef and get some chicken instead?
  Got the crown, shut it down, have them hype up in the 6
  If she dead, let her lay, wont bring no life into this bitch
  Lookin this good should be a sin, you should call me cinnamon
  Cardi B, bad bitch, those is fuckin synonyms
  We see who winnin , we see who got it 
  You see Im still in the bank makin deposits 
  You see who switched up sides and who was solid 
  You see who stuck to the code and who forgot it
  Talk about it, bitch
  You know how to go and get a bag, dont you? 
  You know how to make a bitch mad, dont you? 
  Make your ex wanna get it back, thats a fact
  Say it louder for the bitches in the back 
  I know how to go and get a bag, dont I? 
  I know how to get a bitch mad, dont I? 
  Make my ex wanna get it back, thats a fact
  Say it louder for the bitches in the back 
  Back, back-backin it up
  Im the king of talkin shit, then backin it up 
  Back, back-backin it up
  Throw that shit over here, girl, thats what its for