歌词
作词 : Raphael, Klenord / Williams, Robert Rihmeek
作曲 : Raphael, Klenord / Williams, Robert Rihmeek
Look
They gave a B***h two options: stripping or lose
Used to dance in a club right across from my school
I said "dance" not "B***h", don't get it confused
Had to set the record straight 'cause b*****s love to assume
Mama couldn't give it to me, had to get in Sue's
Lord only knows how I got in them shoes
I was covered in dollars, now I'm dripping in jewels
A B***h play with my money? Might as well spit in my food
B*****s hated my guts, now they swear we was cool
Went from making tuna sandwiches to making the news
I started speaking my mind and tripled my views
Real B***h, only thing fake is the boobs
Get money, go hard, you're mother****ing righ
Never been no fraud in my mother****ing lif
Get money, go hard, damn ****ing righ
Stunt on these b*****s out of mother****ing spit
Ain't no running up on me, went from nothing to glory
I ain't telling ya to do it, I'm just telling my story
I don't hang with these b*****s 'cause these b*****s be corn
And I got enough bras, ya ain't gotta support me
I went from rag to riches, went from way too lit, B***h
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
B*****s stab you in your back while they smiling in your fac
Talking crazy on your name, trying not to catch a case
I waited my whole life just to B***ht on B***hs
Climb to the top floor so I can spit on B***hs
Said "I was just trying to chill and make bangers"
Tell all these old b*****s they in dange
The thing on my hip whip b*****s into shap
That's what I call a ****ing waist traine
You gon' run up on who and do what?
I think ya got your story screwed up
I came here to ball, is you n**s?
I don't want your punk-ass man, I'm too tough
I'm the one that's killing B***ht, hands down
If you got a problem with me, say it now
'Cause I don't wanna hear no sneak dissing
'Specially not from one you weak mother****er
I'm on the go like I don't see no stop lights
I'm stepping out every day, prom night
So if it's all love, show me love then
'Cause you hating on a B***h, that's what it sounds like
Beast mode, that's how I give it up, B***h
Hoodie low, that's how I'm pulling up
Just 'cause I been on the road, don't 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 ain't that tight
I smack you and the b*****s that you act like
I started getting money, b*****s upse
They remind me of my niggas, tight mad
Nails done, hair lit, keep them both laced
Come through B***hnning with them Rollies bust face
Headshot, headshot, tell 'em closed case
Ain't no shit feeling like this since 08'
I don't trust no niggas, I don't feel no bitc
Whole life been through some ****ed up shit
They say I'm too that, oh, I'm too this
When you seen what I've seen, you end up like this
I walked into the label, "where the check at?"
Cardi B on the charts, ain't expect that
Where that b***h that was claiming she a threat?
I'ma put a Louboutin where her neck at
They say, I'm too ratchet
They say, I act wild
I'm Chyna wit' the porn
Like a bad ass child
They caught me slippin' once, tell 'em try that now
Cardi B, know it's me
Hear that "blap" sound (Blap!)
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
B***h
I'ma make a B***h B***h feel me
Said I'ma do a broke B***h filthy
I'ma make a B***h B***h feel me
Said I'ma do a broke B***h 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
B***h!