Stripper Hoe

Yo, I'm Cardi B with the wicked flow (wicked flow)

Ask them, I keep them b*****s on they tippy toes

Knick knack patty wack, give a dog a bone

Got him runnin' home, **** him good, get that money flow (money flow)

B***h got him goin' places he would never go

B***h got him cookin', now he wanna clean the stove

B***h got him ****ed up, I think he overdosed

But I ain't Travis Scott, I ain't 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 niggas though

A lot of b*****s talking down on me like I'm a joke

Talk shit , I'll **** ya man, send him back, hella broke!

Ha! I'm laughing but I really mean it though

I'm on another level like I'm playing Mario

These b*****s can't see me even with a telescope

Everyday I'm shit tin on em

I don't flush the toilet bowl, eww!

Cuz I be workin and workin and all these heads I be turnin

They on my body like surgeons

I think they see my conversion

That's why they be lurkin

But they feelings be hurtin

Or remember when I wanna dance at certain clubs

And they told me, "No, no, that's a dub"

Now they the same niggas blowin' up my phone

Wantin' me to host, oh word? That's a dub

Bands!

I think I like that

(I know, I know they're mad now)

I think I like that

I think I like that (Hurtin' my feelings)

I think I like that

When I come up in the building I initiate

I'm the reason why the ****ers gotta renovate

I'm eatin' good and they mad they can't get a plate

Never thought we'd be gettin' booked in different states

Before the century they didn't even look this way

Now they wanna eat my ass like a skirt steak

Got 'em sending gifts, it's not even my birthday

You niggas soft and I meant that in the worst way

Oh you b*****s suckin' d**k just to get a bag

You hustlin'-backwards ass b***h, you're doin' bad

It's pretty sad, you should be getting more than that

Suck a d**k so you can pay your rent, couple months with that

I mention flow, keep it on the low, I tell you facts

When a b***h 'bout to cum, just throw it back

It's over, you won, that b***h trapped

And that bank account, girl? Empty that