Bodak Yellow Remix Lyrics

[Intro: Kodak Black]
Ayy, ayy, you know, you know why I f^^k with Cardi B?
‘Cause they be thinkin’, they be thinkin’ both of us crazy and s^ht
Like this sound like some, some, some, Bodak Orange s^ht
Or some, some Kodak Orange s^ht, man… like… ayy

[Chorus: Cardi B & Kodak Black]
Said lil’ b^^ch, you can’t f^^k with me if you wanted to (ayy, ayy, ayy)
These expensive, these is red bottoms, these is bloody shoes
(woo, woo, woo! yah, yah, they’re bloody shoes, bloody shoes)
Hit the store, I can get ’em both, I don’t wanna choose (yah, yah, yah, wanna choose, ayy)
And I’m quick, cut a n^^ga off, so don’t get comfortable, look (woo! yah, yah, yah, bih’, don’t get comfortable, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I don’t dance now, I make money moves (yeah bih’, I make money moves, ayy)
Said I don’t gotta dance, I make money moves, (woo!, bih, I make money moves, ayy, ayy, ayy)
If I see you and I don’t speak, that means I don’t f^^k with you (n^^ga, I don’t f^^k with you, ayy, I don’t f^^k with you)
I’m a boss, you a worker, b^^ch, I make bloody moves (yah, I make money moves)

[Verse: Kodak Black]
I ain’t worried ’bout her, that’s an old ho
You thought I was comin’ with my old flow
Kodak ain’t com to take no photo
I don’t even pull up in a four door
I just hit a lick, hit the load though
All my life smokin’ on JoJo
He was just posted up with dough though
Now he gettin’ slammed by the popo
Thuggish, buggish, ruggish s^ht
I can’t leave the streets, I love this s^ht
Never gave a s^ht ’bout a messy b^^ch
I ain’t never take a risk for a petty lick
I’m at Digital Heights and I’m goin’ on a heist
Dead presidents, John Kennedy
Dead presidents, pockets Mount Everest
When I step on the scene it’s a felony (yeah, yeah)
Christian Louboutin (yeah)
These ain’t Louis Vuittons (huh)
Hit a Kodak Bop on nae nae
I wanna top me a Nae Nae
Now I’m in a white whip, no mayonnaise
Stole a new car for me, Audi A8
Cardi B brought the beat, told me re-rock the heat
Try me, I’ll do the race like I’m Tay-K
It ain’t no flockin’ over here, lil’ buddy
All of us zombies over here, lil’ buddy
All of us robbin’ ’cause they love your money
Got our own money, but we love your money
Crack a n^^ga’s head wide open like a pumpkin
Jaguar F-Type orange like a pumpkin
Young n^^ga, I got old hundreds
Smokin’ K2 with my bunkie (woo!)

[Chorus: Cardi B]
Lil’ b^^ch, you can’t f^^k with me if you wanted to (woo!)
These expensive, these is red bottoms, these is bloody shoes (woo, woo!)
Hit the store, I can get ’em both, I don’t wanna choose
And I’m quick, cut a n^^ga off, so don’t get comfortable, look (ayy, woo!)
I don’t dance now, I make money moves (ayy, ayy)
Said I don’t gotta dance, I make money moves (woo!)
If I see you and I don’t speak, that means I don’t f^^k with you
I’m a boss, you a worker, b^^ch, I make bloody moves (bloody moves, bloody moves, bloody moves…)

Other Lyrics By Cardi B
Up
What A Girl Likes
Um Yea
Stripper Hoe
Sick 16
Rumors
Red Barz
Press
Please Me
Money
Lick Remix
La Modelo
La Bebe Remix
I Like It Remix
Cheap Ass Weave
I Do
Thru Your Phone
She Bad
Money Bag
Ring
I Like It
Best Life
Be Careful
Bodak Yellow
Bickenhead
Drip
Get Up 10
Pop Off
Pull Up
Never Give Up
Back It Up
Rollin
Hectic
Lick
Bronx Season
With That Remix
Everything
B.O.N Remix
Sauce Boyz
Lit Thot
Trick
Foreva
I Gotta Hurt You
Selfish
Her Perspective (Skit)
Washpoppin
Trust Issues
Wap

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