Money Lyrics

Look, my b^^ches all bad, my n^^gas all real
I ride on his d^^k, in some big tall heels
Big fat checks, big large bills
Front, I’ll flip like ten cartwheels
Cold a^s b^^ch, I give broads chills
Ten different looks and my looks all kill
I kiss him in the mouth, I feel all grills
He eat in the car, that’s meals on wheels (woo!)

I was born to flex (yes)
Diamonds on my neck
I like boardin’ jets, I like mornin’ s*x (woo!)
But nothing in this world that I like more than checks (money)
All I really wanna see is the (money)
I don’t really need the D, I need the (money)
All a bad b^^ch need is the (money)
I got bands in the coupe (coupe)
Bustin’ out the roof
I got bands in the coupe (coupe)
Touch me, I’ll shoot (bow)
Shake a little a^s (money)
You get a little bag and take it to the store (store, money)
Get a little cash (money)
You shake it real fast, you get a little more (money)
I got bands in the coupe (coupe)
Bustin’ out the roof
I got bands in the coupe (brrr)
Bustin’ out the roof (Cardi)

I gotta fly, I need a jet, shit
I need room for my legs
I got a baby, I need some money, yeah
I need cheese for my egg
All y’all b^^ches in trouble
Bring brass knuckles to the scuffle
I heard that Cardi went pop
Yeah, I did go pop (pop)
That’s me bustin’ they bubble
I’m Dasani with the drip
Baby mommy with the clip
Walk out Follie’s with a b^^ch
Bring a thottie to the whip
Is she fine or she thick, goddamn
Walkin’ past the mirror, ooh
Damn, I’m fine (fine)
Let a b^^ch try me, boom
Hammer time, uh

I was born to flex (yes)
Diamonds on my neck
I like boardin’ jets, I like mornin’ s*x (woo!)
But nothing in this world that I like more than checks (money)
All I really wanna see is the (money)
I don’t really need the D, I need the (money)
All a bad b^^ch need is the (money)
I got bands in the coupe (coupe)
Bustin’ out the roof
I got bands in the coupe (coupe)
Touch me, I’ll shoot (bow)
Shake a little a^s (money)
You get a little bag and take it to the store (store, money)
Get a little cash (money)
You shake it real fast, you get a little more (money)
I got bands in the coupe (coupe)
Bustin’ out the roof
I got bands in the coupe (brrr)
Touch me, I’ll shoot (bow)

b^^ch, I will pop at your pops (your pops)
b^^ch, I will pop on whoever (brrr)
You know who popped the most shit? (Who?)
The people whose shit not together (okay)
You’da bet Cardi a freak (freak)
All my pajamas is leather (Uh)
b^^ch, I will black on your a^s
Wakanda forever
Sweet like a honey bun, spit like a Tommy gun
Rollie a one of one, come get your mommy some
Cardi at the tip-top, b^^ch
Kiss the ring and kick rocks, sis (uh)
Jump it down, back it up (ooh, ayy)
Make that n^^ga put down 2K
I like my n^^gas dark like D’USSÉ
He gonna eat this a^s like soup (ayy)

I was born to flex, diamonds on my neck
I like boardin’ jets, I like mornin’ s*x
But nothing in this world that I like more than Kulture
All I really wanna see is the (money)
I don’t really need the D, I need the (money)
All a bad b^^ch need is the
K, K, C (woo!)

Money
(Money)
(Money)
(Money)
(Money)
(Money)
(Money)

Other Lyrics By Cardi B
Up
What A Girl Likes
Um Yea
Stripper Hoe
Sick 16
Rumors
Red Barz
Press
Please Me
Lick Remix
La Modelo
La Bebe Remix
I Like It Remix
Cheap Ass Weave
Bodak Yellow Remix
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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