Bodak Yellow Song Lyrics by Cardi B
It’s Cardi
AyySaid I’m the shit, couldn’t fuck with me if they wanted toI don’t gotta dance
Said little bitch, you can’t fuck with meIf you wanted toThese expensive, these is red bottomsThese is bloody shoesHit the store, I can get ’em bothI don’t wanna chooseAnd I’m quick, cut a nigga offSo don’t get comfortableLook, I don’t dance nowI make money moves (ayy, ayy)Say I don’t gotta danceI make money moveIf I see you and I don’t speakThat means I don’t fuck with youI’m a boss, you a worker, bitchI make bloody moves
Now she says she gon’ do what to who?Let’s find out and see, Cardi BYou know where I’m atYou know where I beYou in the club just to partyI’m there, I get paid a feeI be in and out them banks so muchI know they’re tired of meHonestly, don’t give a fuck‘Bout who ain’t fond of meDropped two mixtapes in six monthsWhat bitch working as hard as me?I don’t bother with these hoesDon’t let these hoes bother meThey see pictures, they say, “Goals”Bitch, I’m who they tryna beLook, I might just chill in some BapeI might just chill with your booI might just feel on your babeMy pussy feel like a lakeHe wanna swim with his faceI’m like, “Okay”I’ll let him do what he wantHe buy me Yves Saint LaurentAnd the new whipWhen I go fast as a horseI got the trunk in the frontI’m the hottest in the streetKnow you prolly heard of meGot a bag and fixed my teethHope you hoes know it ain’t cheapAnd I pay my mama billsI ain’t got no time to chillThink these hoes be mad at meTheir baby father run a bill
Said little bitch, you can’t fuck with meIf you wanted toThese expensive, these is red bottomsThese is bloody shoesHit the store, I can get ’em bothI don’t wanna chooseAnd I’m quick, cut a nigga offSo don’t get comfortableLook, I don’t dance nowI make money moves (ayy, ayy)Say I don’t gotta danceI make money moveIf I see you and I don’t speakThat means I don’t fuck with youI’m a boss, you a worker, bitchI make bloody moves
If you a pussy you get poppedYou a goofy, you a oppDon’t you come around my wayYou can’t hang around my blockAnd I just checked my accountsTurns out, I’m rich, I’m rich, I’m richI put my hand above my hipI bet, you dip, he dip, she dipI say, I get the money and goThis shit is hot like a stoveMy pussy glitter as goldTell that lil’ bitch play her roleI just arrove in a RollsI just came up in a WraithI need to fill up the tankNo, I need to fill up the safeI need to let all these hoes knowThat none of they niggas is safeI go to dinner and steakOnly the real can relateI used to live in the P’sNow it’s a crib with a GateRollie got charms, look like Frosted FlakesHad to let these bitches knowJust in case these hoes forgotI just run and check the mailAnother check from Mona Scott
Said little bitch, you can’t fuck with meIf you wanted toThese expensive, these is red bottomsThese is bloody shoesHit the store, I can get ’em bothI don’t wanna chooseAnd I’m quick, cut a nigga offDon’t get comfortableLook, I don’t dance nowI make money moves (ayy, ayy)Say I don’t gotta danceI make money moveIf I see you and I don’t speakThat means I don’t fuck with youI’m a boss, you a worker bitchI make bloody moves (bloody moves)