Bronx Season - Cardi B

Oh, how you doin'?

I’m alright

Hahaha

Now how much times do I gotta prove these niggas wrong?

And how much times I gotta show these bitches I ain’t soft?

How many shows I gotta sell out 'fore you get the cost?

Why they really tryna front like I ain’t hit the charts?

All these labels, throwin' deals from left to right

But I ain’t givin' in until they get them numbers right

All these people think that this shit happen overnight

All that flexin' they be doin', shit is all a hype

No tolerance for a hatin' bitch talkin' shit

Only time I hold my tongue is when I’m suckin' dick

So when I see you in the streets, yeah, it’s fuckin' lit

And don’t be talkin' all that sorry shit, don’t flip the script

I see the lights, I hear the hype, I hit the mic

I kill the show, I get my dough, I catch a flight

I see a hater, I’m runnin' down, it’s on sight

I throw my hands, I hit em' left, I hit em' right

They sleepin' on me just because I used to strip

But it’s all good 'cause now they wanna get up in my VIP

Blowin' up my phone, sayin' everythin' I touch is lit

Actin' corn and wanna fuck me like they wasn’t talkin' shit, woah

I let 'em live, let the shady motherfuckers live

Get them the price then it’s time to show them what it is

Don’t got the bat?

Well then what you really tryna pitch?

Don’t waste my time, I ain’t never been no average bitch

Not to mention, I did my tour and that shit was winnin'

Independent, the headline, award of feelin'

I thank the Lord for all the blessings that he is given

I love the fans, they fill me up with their ammunition

I don’t really talk shit but now I gotta off this

I don’t know why bitches think we work in the same office

Corny bitches tryna keep up?

Look exhausted

Wave the white flag, girl, you might as well just forfeit

My ex told me I was never gon' be shit

Lookie, lookie now, lookie now, nigga I’m that bitch

What you thought?

Yeah, you really lost, now you kinda sick

But I ain’t never need a nigga, I was always on my shit, yeah

I used to stare at magazines on the train

Lookin' at these models like, «I gotta be this one day»

Fuck around, got myself a name, now I’m gettin' paid

Left the corny bitches in the grave, so they throwin' shade