Bodak Yellow

Said, "Lil bitch, you can't fuck with me if you wanted to"
These expensive,
these is red bottoms,
these is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get 'em both,
I don't wanna choose
And I'm quick, cut a nigga off,
so don't get comfortable
Look, I don't dance now,
I make money moves
Say I don't gotta dance,
I make money move
If I see you and I don't speak,
that means I don't fuck with you
I'm a boss, you a worker, bitch,
I make bloody moves
Now she say she
gon' do what to who?
Let's find out and see, Cardi B
You know where I'm at,
you know where I be
You in the club just to party,
I'm there, I get paid a fee
I be in and out them banks so much,
I know they're tired of me
Honestly, don't give a fuck
'bout who ain't fond of me
Dropped two mixtapes in six months,
what bitch working as hard as me?
I don't bother with these hoes,
don't let these hoes bother me
They see pictures, they say, "Goals,"
bitch, I'm who they tryna be
Look, I might just chill in some BAPE,
I might just chill with your boo
I might just feel on your babe,
my pussy feel like a lake
He wanna swim with his face,
I'm like, "Okay"
I'll let him get what he want,
he buy me Yves Saint Laurent
And the new whip,
when I go fast as a horse,
I got the trunk in the front
I'm the hottest in the street,
know you prolly heard of me
Got a bag and fixed my teeth,
hope you hoes know it ain't cheap
And I pay my mama bills,
I ain't got no time to chill
Think these hoes be mad at me,
their baby father run a bill
If you a pussy, you get popped,
you a groupie, you a opp
Don't you come around my way,
you can't hang around my block
And I just checked my accounts,
turns out, I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich
I put my hand above my hip,
I bet you dip, he dip, she dip
I say I get the money and go,
this shit is hot like a stove
My pussy glitter as gold,
tell that lil bitch play her role
I just a-rove in a Rolls,
I just came up in a Wraith
I need to fill up the tank
No, I need to fill up the safe
I need to let all these hoes know
that none of their niggas is safe
I go to dinner and steak,
only the real can relate
I used to live in the P's,
now it's a crib with a gate
Rollie got charms,
look like Frosted Flakes
Had to let these bitches know,
just in case these hoes forgot
I just run and check the mail,
another check from Mona Scott