text: Look, they gave a bitch two options: strippin or lose
  Used to dance in a club right across from my school
  I said dance not fuck, dont get it confused
  Had to set the record straight cause bitches love to assume
  Mama couldnt give it to me, had to get it at Sues
  Lord only knows how I got in those shoes
  I was covered in dollars, now Im drippin in jewels
  A bitch play with my money? Might as well spit in my food
  Bitches hated my guts, now they swear we was cool
  Went from makin tuna sandwiches to makin the news
  I started speakin my mind and tripled my views
  Real bitch, only thing fake is the boobs
  Get money, go hard, youre mothafuckin right
  Never been a fraud in my mothafuckin life
  Get money, go hard, damn fuckin right
  Stunting on these bitches out of mothafuckin spite
  Aint no runnin up on me, went from nothin to glory
  I aint tellin yall to do it, Im just tellin my story
  I dont hang with these bitches cause these bitches be corny
  And I got enough bras, yall aint gotta support me
  I went from rag to riches, went from WIC to lit, nigga
  Only person in my fam to see six figures
  The pressure on your shoulders feel like boulders
  When you gotta make sure that everybody straight
  Bitches stab you in your back while they smilin in your face
  Talking crazy on your name, trying not to catch a case
  I waited my whole life just to shit on niggas
  Climbed to the top floor so I can spit on niggas
  Said I was just tryna chill and make bangers 
  Tell all these old bitches they in danger 
  The thing on my hip whip bitches into shape 
  Thats what I call a fuckin waist trainer
  You gon run up on who and do what? 
  I think yall got your story screwed up 
  I came here to ball, is you nuts?
  I dont want your punk-ass man, Im too tough 
  Im the one thats killin shit, hands down 
  If you got a problem with me, say it now 
  Cause I dont wanna hear no sneak dissin 
  Specially not from one you weak bitches
  Im on go like I dont see no stop lights 
  Im steppin out every day, prom night 
  So if its all love, show me love then 
  Cause you hatin on a bitch, thats what it sounds like
  Beast mode, thats how I give it up, nigga
  Hoodie, low, thats how Im pullin up
  Just cause I been on the road dont mean I been on the run
  And you gon have to learn to hold your tongue or hold the gun 
  And we all know you aint that type 
  I smack you and the bitch that you act like 
  I started gettin money, bitches upset 
  They remind me of my pussy, bitches mad tight
  Nails done, hair laid, keep em both laced 
  Co-come through shinin with a Rollie bust face 
  He-headshot, headshot, tell em closed case
  Aint no bitch spittin like this since 08
  I dont trust no nigga, I dont fear no bitch 
  Whole life been through some fucked up shit 
  They say Im too that, oh, Im too this
  When you see what Ive seen, you end up like this 
  I walked into the label, Where the check at? 
  Cardi B on the charts, aint expect that
  Where that bitch that was claimin she a threat? 
  Ima put a Louboutin where her neck at
  They say Im too ratchet, they say I act wild 
  Im tryna whip the foreign like a bad ass child 
  They caught me slippin once, tell em try that now 
  Cardi B, know its me, hear that blap sound 
  Man, I said we gon win
  Knock me down nine times but I get up ten
  Look myself in the mirror, I say we gon win
  Knock me down nine times but I get up ten
  Look myself in the mirror, I say we gon win
  Knock me down nine times but I get up ten
  Yeah, but I get up ten
  Knock me down nine times but I get up ten, bitch 
  Ima make a fuck nigga feel me 
  Said Ima do a broke bitch filthy 
  Ima make a fuck nigga feel me 
  Said Ima do a broke bitch filthy 
  We gon win
  Knock me down nine times but I get up ten 
  Yeah, I said we gon win
  Knock me down nine times but I get up ten, bitch