Yeah, it’s Cardi in the 305, gold rims in the moonlight

Pussy so good, said “once” — then he begged for a second bite

Bodega cherry ice, drip harder than the humidity

Hialeah to the beach, they all salute my Puerto Rican pretty

I don’t chase, I replace, fill the void with new hundreds

If love’s a drug, I’m the plug — tell him “one hit and you’re done,” kid

Bardi—never enough, but for tonight he can act tough

Yeah, I got you safe in my arms, no stress

Diamonds on your neck, reflect the pain we left

You cried in the dark, I pulled you to the light

Cardi and Kehlani, we ride through the night

No mask, no cap, just facts in the bed

You whisper, “Don’t leave,” I said, “I’m right here, yeah”

Storm on the window, but we on cloud ten

Tattoos of trust, let it bleed, let it mend

Safe in my tempo, your heart on repeat

We sinners with secrets, but heaven’s in reach

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Nice guy, nice try, but I ain’t signin’ that lease,

He say he sweet, I say “prove it—put the sugar on grease,”

Cardi in the back, Tyla on the left, both in cleats,

Kickin’ hearts round the room like we Messi with beats.

Talk clean, walk mean, silk smile, razor teeth,

You open doors, I close tabs, then I ghost with the wreath.

Still textin’ “good mornin’,” I screenshot for keeps—

Nice guys finish last, that’s why I finish ’em in jeeps.

WAP (Remix Verse)

Beat drop, tsunami in my lap, splash,

drip so mean make a billionaire crash.

I’m talkin’ rich-girl splash, crypto-cash,

stack it to the ceiling, call it wet-dash.

He said “holy water,” I said “take a bath,”

holy trinity: me, me, and my wrath.

Flip it, flip it, tidal-pool grip,

make him baptize pearls off the tip of my ship.

Salt on the rim, saline on the lip,

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French on the jet, Posty with the red cup, Cardi in the back,

ass clap, racks fat, blue notes stuck to the wall like graffiti—

that’s our scripture, drip painted in gold leaf.

I ink the night with foreign smoke, Rvssian turn the bass to a heartbeat;

she twerk it Morse code, booty dots dash on my lap,

I sign my name across the moon in cursive cocaine,

tell the sky “hold my liquor,” let the stars snort the lane.

Whole crew stained, can’t scrub the glow,

when the feds read the wall all they see is “we told you so.”

I don’t do laps, I do deposits,

pussy got interest, your budget in minus.

Drip like a faucet, bills in my lashes,

ass do the talking, it speak in big mansions.

Flip every comma, then charge it to karma,

Cardi no princess—I’m rich like the shah.

If it ain’t blue chips, I’m leaving on read,

money my fetish, I f**k it in bed.

Up (Explicit) – Cardi B

Up up up up up

Look

Once upon a time man I heard that I was ugly

Came from a b***h who n***a wanna f**k on me

Said my face bomb a** tight

Racks stack up Shaq height

Jewelry on me flash light

I been lit since last night

Hit him with that good good

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