text: Im your...
  Yo, Im Cardi B with the wicked flow
  Ask them, I keep them niggas on their tippy toes
  Nick-nack-paddy-wack, give a dog a bone
  Got him runnin home, fuck him good, get that money flow
  Pussy got him goin places he would never go
  Pussy got him cookin, now he wanna clean the stove
  Pussy got him fucked up, I think he overdosed
  But I aint Travis Scott, I aint got no antidote
  Antidote, antidote
  I think I like that
  I think I like that
  I think I like that
  I think I like that
  Yo, some people know me as a stripper hoe
  But stripper hoes get the money and blow digits though
  A lot of bitches talkin down on me like Im a joke
  Talk shit, Ill fuck your man, send him back hella broke
  Im laughin, but I really mean it though
  Im on another level like Im playin Mario
  These bitches cant see me, even with a telescope
  Every day Im shittin on em, I dont flush the toilet bowl
  Ew! Cause I be workin and workin
  All these heads I be turnin, they on my body like surgeons
  I think they see my conversion
  Thats why they be lurkin, but their feelings be hurtin
  Or remember when I wanna dance at certain clubs
  And they told me, No, no, thats a dub
  Now they the same niggas blowin up my phone
  Wantin me to host, oh word? Thats a dub
  Bands
  I think I like that
  I think I like that
  I think I like that
  I think I like that
  When I come up in the building I initiate
  Im the reason why the fuckers gotta renovate
  Im eatin good and they mad they cant get a plate
  Never thought wed be gettin booked in different states
  Before the century they didnt even look this way
  Now they wanna eat my ass like a skirt steak
  Got em sending gifts, its not even my birthday
  You niggas soft and I meant that in the worst way
  Oh you bitches suckin dick just to get a bag
  You hustlin-backwards ass bitch, youre doin bad
  Its pretty sad, you should be getting more than that
  Suck a dick so you can pay your rent, couple months with that
  I mention flow, keep it on the low, I tell you facts
  When a nigga bout to cum, just throw it back
  Its over, you won, that nigga trapped
  And that bank account, girl? Empty that