Said little bitch, you cant fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get em both
I dont wanna choose
And Im quick, cut a nigga off
So dont get comfortable
Look, I dont dance now
I make money moves
Say I dont gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I dont speak
That means I dont fuck with you
Im a boss, you a worker bitch
I make bloody moves
Now she says she gon do what to who?
Lets find out and see, Cardi B
You know where Im at
You know where I be
You in the club just to party
Im there, I get paid a fee
I be in and out them banks so much
I know theyre tired of me
Honestly, dont give a fuck
Bout who aint fond of me
Dropped two mixtapes in six months
What bitch working as hard as me?
I dont bother with these hoes
Dont let these hoes bother me
They see pictures, they say goals
Bitch, Im who they tryna be
Look, I might just chill in some Bape
I might just chill with your boo
I might just feel on your babe
My pussy feel like a lake
He wanna swim with his face
Im like okay
Ill let him do what he want
He buy me Yves Saint Laurent
And the new whip
When I go fast as a horse
I got the trunk in the front
Im the hottest in the street
Know you prolly heard of me
Got a bag and fixed my teeth
Hope you hoes know it aint cheap
And I pay my mama bills
I aint got no time to chill
Think these hoes be mad at me
Their baby father run a bill
Said little bitch, you cant fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get em both
I dont wanna choose
And Im quick, cut a nigga off
Dont get comfortable
Look, I dont dance now
I make money moves
Say I dont gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I dont speak
That means I dont fuck with you
Im a boss, you a worker bitch
I make bloody moves
If you a pussy you get popped
You a goofy, you a opp
Dont you come around my way
You cant hang around my block
And I just checked my accounts
Turns out, Im rich, Im rich, Im rich
I put my hand above my hip
I bet, you dip, he dip, she dip
I say, I get the money and go
This shit is hot like a stove
My pussy glitter as gold
Tell that lil bitch play her role
I just arrove in a Rolls
I just came up in a Wraith
I need to fill up the tank
No, I need to fill up the safe
I need to let all these hoes know
That none of they niggas is safe
I go to dinner and steak
Only the real can relate
I used to live in the Ps
Now its a crib with a gate
Rollie got charms, look like frosted flakes
Had to let these bitches know
Just in case these hoes forgot
I just run and check the mail
Another check from Mona Scott
Said little bitch, you cant fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get em both
I dont wanna choose
And Im quick, cut a nigga hustle
Dont get comfortable
Look, I dont dance now
I make money moves
Say I dont gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I dont speak
That means I dont fuck with you
Im a boss, you a worker bitch
I make bloody moves
Songwriters: Anthony G. White / Belcalis Almanzar / Dieuson Octave / Jordan Kyle Lanier Thorpe / Klenord Raphael / Laquan Jarmal Green