Cardi B ft. BillyBandz Lyrics

It ain't hard to make this shit pop off, these bitches just ain't hard as me

Ima take my chances and get rich, just like the lottery

In my lane, don't get in my way, I won't say pardon me

My bitch bad, she got some wet-ass pussy, just like Cardi B

don't be scary this shit ain't a game, this shit get ugly

Don't need no gang, I'm all by myself, yeah, they can't fuck with me

Just like Zro, better on my own, don't need no company

Ain't no hero, you ain't getting saved, so what you want from me

I do wrong, but it's for a good reason, just like Dexter

Count my money while I'm driving, I might buy a Tesla

He say that he gangster, but he faker than a wrestler

When I pull up, they get lit, bitch, its that money make it Mexican

Money making Mexican, bitch, they call me Isac Turner

I can tell you not a boss, yeah, I can tell you just a worker

Hella cheese, hella bread, like I'm making cheeseburgers

This little shorty going crazy while she on her knees working

Once I got a little bread, everything start going perfect

I stayed down and now I'm up and I can't lie, that shit was worth it

They gon' know when I come in, bitches started gettin nervous

They gon' bring me that boy head, I just gotta make the purchase

They gon' cut off that boy lights, yeah, I just gotta say the words

Early bird, the one who get it, so every day I get the worm

They gon' put that heat up to his fucking head just like a perm

Coming late with my little money, I'ma change the fucking terms

I don't speak up to these niggas, dawg, I just let them talk

They gon' tell all of they moves my nigga, you can play it smart

Got that hell yeah on me, you can tell by how I walk

Can you please excuse my sagging, lady, this shit heavy as fuck

I never bought no money counter, I like to thumb through it

It's some love to it, pistols put the drum to it

This ain't bum music, beef, we put the buns to it

He say he a bitch, but I ain't gon' lie, I've been knew it

Money making misfit, I ran up to triple digits

We ain't in the ocean, I can still smell when shit get fishy

If I stack my money up, I stand beside a midget

Growers let me pick it, now I'm finna flood the city

Niggas wanna rob me, I see why, and I don't doubt It

But you know what come when the skies getting partly cloudy

They don't like the money, it's like they like the gunpowder

I done had to rap to get rich, I'm not Rowdy