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Money Cardi B

The document is the lyrics to the Cardi B song "Money". It describes Cardi B's lavish lifestyle and love of wealth, luxury items like jewelry and cars, and private jets. She emphasizes that nothing is more important to her than making money. The lyrics are repeated throughout celebrating money and her success in obtaining wealth.

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Money Cardi B

The document is the lyrics to the Cardi B song "Money". It describes Cardi B's lavish lifestyle and love of wealth, luxury items like jewelry and cars, and private jets. She emphasizes that nothing is more important to her than making money. The lyrics are repeated throughout celebrating money and her success in obtaining wealth.

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Money

Cardi B

Look, my bitches all bad, my niggas all real

I ride on his dick in some big tall heels

Big fat checks, big large bills

Front, I'll flip like ten cartwheels

Cold ass bitch, 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' sex (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 bitch need is the (money flow)

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 that little ass (money)

Get a little bag and take it to the store (store, money)

Get a little cash (money)

Shake it real fast and 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 bitches 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 bitch

Bring a thottie to the whip

If she fine or she thick

Goddamn!

Walkin' past the mirror, ooh

Damn, I'm fine (fine)

Let a bitch try me, boom

Hammer time, uh

I was born to flex (yes)

Diamonds on my neck

I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex (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 bitch need is the (money flow)

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 that little ass (money)

Get a little bag and take it to the store (store, money)

Get a little cash (money)

Shake it real fast and 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)

Bitch, I will pop on your pops (your pops)

Bitch, 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)

Bitch, I will black on your ass

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, bitch

Kiss the ring and kick rocks, sis (uh)

Jump it down, back it up (ooh, ayy)

Make that nigga put down 2K

I like my niggas dark like D'USSÉ

You gonna eat this ass like soup (ayy)

I was born to flex


Diamonds on my neck

I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex

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 bitch need is the

K.K.C (woo!)

(Money)

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