Karaoké Hot Shit Cardi B & Kanye West & Lil Durk

This too hard

Tay Keith this too hard

Tay Keith

Fuck these niggas up

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Now this that hot shit

Jimmy Snuka off the top rope

Superfly shit

Might get in the tub with all my ice on some 'PAC shit

Either way you slice it

Bottom line, I'm the top bitch

New Chanel, I rock it

Twist it, that ain't even out yet

All this jewelry at the grocery store

I'm obnoxious

Bought a home and closin' on another

I know I'm blessed

Everybody wanna be gang

Ain't no spots left

Bad bitch contest

It wouldn't be a contest

Wooh smokin' dope

I'm connected

I don't know what's longer man

My blocklist or my checklist

I don't know what's colder man

My heart or my necklace

Pretty when I wake up

I'm a bad bitch at breakfast

Still might slide on a opp

Hatin' didn't work so they lied

It's electric

So they lied

These bitches lookin' hurt and they fried

And they fried

I know they wouldn't miss 'em if they died

Tell 'em Move

Move

New Chanel on my body

It's a boost

I'm so poppin'

I don't ever gotta get introduced

One thing I never call a bitch for is a truce

Brand new chopper, can't wait to put that bitch to use

Oof

Checks comin' fast

I'm like swoosh

Ooh

Give 'em to me straight

Hundred proof

I thought I killed you hoes before

It must be déjà vu

It's either that or I'm catchin' body number two

This that block music

This that drop location

Drop a opp music

This ain't for them niggas in the house

This shit for Glock users

Don't talk down on trenches hoes who known to be a cock user

Pill talk

Gotta bust his head

He cut on opp music

Who said you gang

Who said you could come around this bitch and hang

And I fucked your baby mama' mama and I ain't say a thing

They just came outside in twenty-twenty

Pull up in that twenty-one

I pick my side

Switches fully and Imma die for twenty-one

I got plenty cars

I hit plenty stars and didn't come

I said it plenty times

I pay for bodies

I ain't pay for none

You think I'm finna leave my bitch for you

She fuck Future too

I know that Von hit her

She pulled up on my block in Jimmy Choo

Smurk

Oof

Checks comin' fast

I'm like swoosh

Ooh

Give 'em to me straight

Hundred proof

I thought I killed you hoes before

It must be déjà vu

It's either that or I'm catchin' body number two

Pinky swear you ain't scared when you heard Ye appear

Imma hop up out the bushes

Me and Pusha kill your man

I'm just sayin' now I start to get used to the pain

'Till one day I said Fuck it

Brought my masseuse on the plane

Why you playin'

Reach in the gang

Lose a hand

Where you stand

Where was Jay at

Where was them at

Where you done that

Where you live at

Another headline

Where your hat at

Nigga go home

Where your kids at

They be on my nerve

They be on my nerve

Mmh mmh

When we lost Virg'

I was on the verge

Mmh mmh

I just hit the Louis store

I had to splurge

Mmh mmh

We just made a silent movie with no words mmh

Guess who toppin' now uh

God got me now uh

Guess who at Balenciaga

Guess who shoppin' now uh

They can't stop me now uh

I been poppin' out uh

Cardi where your sister at

I need Henny now mmh mmh

I flew in and out

Hundred fifty thou'

Mmh mmh

Now even when they shout

Gotta shout me out

So ahead

Go ahead

Mmh mmh

Not even close

All of y'all is number two

Oof

Checks comin' fast

I'm like swoosh

Ooh

Give 'em to me straight

Hundred proof

I thought I killed you hoes before

It must be déjà vu

It's either that or I'm catchin' body number two