Yeah
Let's go
Murder
Murder
Motorsport
Put that thing in sport
Shout it back
Pop it like a cork
You a dork
Never been a sport
Pull up
Jump and knock the court
Cotton candy
My cup taste like the fair
Straight up there
We didn't take the stairs
Face my fears
Make my mama tears Mama Shift and gear shift
On the nook get serious
Face all your fears then get at me
There's so many don't have something on back streets
Sits so high and the nose bleeds Feel like I can fly
Stand, perk it, check You feel, belly, check
Take the L at the bar Just so I can flex
Take the L at the mall Walking with the sex
Take the L at the bar Now she can't go back Stand,
perk it,
check You feel,
belly,
check
Take the L at the bar Just so I can flex Take the L at the mall
Walking with the sex Take the L at the bar
The coupe came imported The seats is all white,
come and snort it
Green Lamborghini,
a tortoise No human being,
I'm immortal
Protect the AP for the water Hundred K I spend on my senora
My pinky on margarine butter And my ex got McDonald niggas
Soon as I land on the leer Who gets they wet tears
488 hit the gears Suicide door Britney Spears
I'm bougie so bitch don't get near Chris Angel make dope disappear
Hit the gas it got flames out the rear
It's a wreck to the back of the mills
Ride the dick like a BMX No nigga wanna be my ex
I love when he going to it Cause he come smoking when I see him last
I get upset off I turn off, set on
I told him the other day Man we should sell that poem
Yeah Cardi B I'm back bitches I wanna hear I'm acting different
Same lips that be talking bout me Is the same lips that be asking
So these hoes saying what they say they
are And they pussy saying they catfishing
Same hoes that was sending shots They
reaching out like they back itching
Why would I hop in some beef When I could just hop in a Porsche
You heard she, gon' do what from who?
That's not a reliable source
So tell me have you seen her?
Let me wrap my weave up
I'm the tramp Selena, dammit my gasolina
Moto sport,
put that thing in sport Shout it bad,
pop her like a cork
You a dork,
never been a sport Pull up,
jump and knock that cork
Yo,
watch your man Then you should watch your mouth
Bitches is pressed,
and minutes the mouth to mouth
You see them stats, you know what I am about
I'm the champ,
I'm Iron Mike and about Attention,
I'ma need you to face front
You don't want smoke with me,
this is a lace blunt
Raps Jackie Chan,
we ain't pulling them fake stunts
My crown won't fit on your bum ass lace fronts
You bitches catching a fade?
Shout out my nigga Lil Uzi
All of your friends will be dead,
you could get hit with that Uzi
I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy
Get you a straw nigga,
you know this pussy is juicy
This Givenchy is custom made,
now you can't get it at Saks though
I don't work in the office,
but they copyin' and that's facts though
I ain't tryna be violent,
but if Nicki on it,
it slaps ho
Get you lined for that paper,
like a loose leaf when that strap blow
I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party
If Quavo the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi
Pull up in a space coupe,
I done linked with Marty
I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
And yo Nick,
didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?
That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti
It's a rap like them things on the head of a sardy
Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty
Brand new Chanel's, I still been runnin' from 12
Ain't make no commitment with none of you bitches,
cause mine ain't even treatin' me well
If Nicki,
she show me a titty right hand on the Bible,
I swear I won't tell
If I get to play with that kitty,
I wonder how many platinums we gon' sell
Pop a Perkins, catch a feel,
now I cannot feel the will
My chest fan give me chills,
in the left hand of Richard Mille
Not the watts,
but the price on the ice,
if you don't know what that is
Motorsport,
motorville,
abort the mission,
that's a kill
Motorsport,
put that thing in sport,
shout it back,
pop it like a cork
You a dork, never been a sport,
pull up, jump and knock that cork
Cotton candy, my cup taste like the fair,
straight up there, we didn't take the stairs
Faced my fears,
gave my mama tears,
shifting gears,
on the Nokia Sears
Take
away pain ain't easy,
that's why I fight for pleasin'
Niggas not cappin' the season