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Invasion of Privacy by Cardi B

  • Release date: April 21, 2019
  • Label: Cardi B

Invasion of Privacy is the debut studio album by American rapper Cardi B. It was released on April 5, 2018, by Atlantic Records.

Primarily a hip hop record, Invasion of Privacy also comprises trap, Latin and R&B. It features production from 30 Roc, Allen Ritter, Andrew Watt, Ayo, Benny Blanco, Boi-1da, Cassius Jay, Cheeze Beatz, Craig Kallman, Cubeatz, DJ Mustard, DJ Official, DJ SwanQo, Frank Dukes, Invincible, J. White, Keyz, Klenard Raphael, Murda Beatz, Matt Allen, Needlz, NES, Nonstop Da Hitman, Scribz Riley, Tainy, and Vinylz, among others.

The album features guest appearances by Migos, Chance the Rapper, Kehlani, SZA, 21 Savage, J Balvin, Bad Bunny, and YG.

The album was met with critical acclaim. It debuted atop the US Billboard 200, earning 255,000 album-equivalent units in its first week, with 103,000 coming from pure album sales. It has been certified double platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America(RIAA).

It produced five singles—”Bodak Yellow”, “Bartier Cardi” featuring 21 Savage, “Be Careful”, “I Like It” with Bad Bunny and J Balvin, and “Ring” featuring Kehlani. “Bodak Yellow” and “I Like It” have both reached number one on the Billboard Hot 100, making her the first female rapper to achieve multiple chart-toppers.

The album set multiple streaming records, while all the thirteen tracks entered the Hot 100—all except the lead single charted simultaneously in the debut week. She became the first female artist to have all tracks from an album certified gold or higher by the RIAA.

A number of music publications included the record among their lists of best albums of the year, with Rolling Stone and Time listing it at number one.

Invasion of Privacy received nominations for Album of the Year and Best Rap Album at the 61st Annual Grammy Awards, with “I Like It” being nominated for Record of the Year and “Be Careful” for Best Rap Performance.

Previously, “Bodak Yellow” was nominated for Best Rap Song and Best Rap Performance.

 

Here are the Tracks from INVASION OF PRIVACY BY CARDI B

  1. 1

    Get Up 10 Cardi B

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    Get Up 10 –Cardi B

    Look, they gave a bitch two options: strippin' or lose
    Used to dance in a club right across from my school
    I said "dance" not "fuck", don't get it confused
    Had to set the record straight 'cause bitches love to assume
    Mama couldn't give it to me, had to get at Sue's
    Lord only knows how I got in those shoes
    I was covered in dollars, now I'm drippin' in jewels
    A bitch play with my money? Might as well spit in my food
    Bitches hated my guts, now they swear we was cool
    Went from makin' tuna sandwiches to makin' the news
    I started speakin' my mind and tripled my views
    Real bitch, only thing fake is the boobs
    Get money, go hard, you're mothafuckin' right
    Never been a fraud in my mothafuckin' life
    Get money, go hard, damn fuckin' right
    Stunt on these bitches out of mothafuckin' spite
    Ain't no runnin' up on me, went from nothin' to glory
    I ain't tellin' y'all to do it, I'm just tellin' my story
    I don't hang with these bitches cause these bitches be corny
    And I got enough bras, y'all ain't gotta support me
    I went from rag to riches, went from WIC to lit, nigga
    Only person in my fam to see six figures
    The pressure on your shoulders feel like boulders
    When you gotta make sure that everybody straight
    Bitches stab you in your back while they smilin' in your face
    Talking crazy on your name, trying not to catch a case
    I waited my whole life just to shit on niggas
    Climbed to the top floor so I can spit on niggas
    Said "I was just tryna chill and make bangers" (bangers)
    Tell all these old bitches they in danger (stop)
    The thing on my hip whip bitches into shape (brrrt)
    That's what I call a fuckin' waist trainer
    You gon' run up on who and do what? (who?)
    I think y'all got your story screwed up (yeah)
    I came here to ball, is you nuts?
    I don't want your punk-ass man, I'm too tough (facts)
    I'm the one that's killin' shit, hands down (hands down)
    If you got a problem with me, say it now (say it)
    Cause I don't wanna hear no sneak dissin' (huh?)
    'Specially not from one you weak bitches
    I'm on go like I don't see no stop lights (skrrt)
    I'm steppin' out every day, prom night (facts)
    So if it's all love, show me love then (huh?)
    'Cause you hatin' on a bitch, that's what it sounds like
    Beast, mode, that's how I give it up, nigga
    Hoodie, low, that's how I'm pullin' up
    Just cause I been on the road don't mean I been on the run
    And you gon' have to learn to hold your tongue or hold the gun (brrrt, woo)
    And we all know you ain't that type (no)
    I smack you and the bitch that you act like (yeah)
    I started gettin' money, bitches upset (cash)
    They remind me of my pussy, bitches mad tight
    Nails done, hair lit, keep them both laced (laced)
    Co-come through shinin' with a Rollie bust face (shine)
    He-headshot, headshot, tell 'em closed case
    Ain't no bitches spittin' like this since '08
    I don't trust no nigga, I don't fear no bitch (fear no bitch)
    Whole life been through some fucked up shit (fucked up)
    They say I'm too that, oh, I'm too this
    When you seen what I've seen, you end up like this (woo)
    I walked into the label, "Where the check at?" (where the check?)
    Cardi B on the charts, ain't expect that
    Where that bitch that was claimin' she a threat? (where?)
    I'ma put a Louboutin where her neck at
    They say I'm too ratchet, they say I act wild (I act wild, wild)
    I'm tryna whip the foreign like a bad ass child (bad ass child, skrrt)
    They caught me slippin' once, tell 'em try that now (try that now)
    Cardi B, know it's me, hear that "blap" sound (blap!)

    [Chorus]
    Man, I said we gon' win
    Knock me down nine times but I get up ten
    Look myself in the mirror, I say we gon' win
    Knock me down nine times but I get up ten
    Look myself in the mirror, I say we gon' win
    Knock me down nine times but I get up ten
    Yeah, but I get up ten
    Knock me down nine times but I get up ten, bitch (woo)

    [Bridge]
    I'ma make a fuck nigga feel me (yeah)
    Said I'ma do a broke bitch filthy (ah)
    I'ma make a fuck nigga feel me (grrr)
    Said I'ma do a broke bitch filthy (grrr)

    [Chorus]
    We gon' win
    Knock me down nine times but I get up ten (woo)
    Yeah, I said we gon' win
    Knock me down nine times but I get up ten, bitch (grrr)

  2. 2

    Drip Cardi B ft Migos

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    Drip –Cardi B ft Migos

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  3. 3

    Bickenhead Cardi B

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    Bickenhead –Cardi B

    Goes for all my nasty hoes, yeah
    (Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)
    From across the globe, woo (hol' up)
    This goes for all my nasty hoes, yeah
    (Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)
    From across the globe, look, uh
    Now, I said luxury apartments (wow), I'm young and I'm heartless (yeah)
    There's a bitch that's in my vision, that bitch is a target (brrr)
    Lawyer is a Jew, he gon' chew up all the charges
    Don't matter if you fuck with me, I get money regardless (cash)
    That guap, guap, get some chicken, guap, guap, get some bread
    Guap, guap, get some chicken, guap, guap, get some bread
    Bitch you pressed, you can flex
    Get some money, hoe, tell me why you stressed
    Now I said hoes down, G's up (G's up)
    You know how I'm rockin', but my watch is freezed up (ice)
    I can't wait until they drop that Lamborghin' truck (skrrt)
    I'm careful where I park it, hoes will have it keyed up
    Them bitches getting beat up
    Slim waist, ass fat (fat), my shit is caked up
    My bad bitch at the bake (yeah), without no makeup
    This that collard greens, cornbread, neck bone, back, back
    Get it from my mama and you don't know where your daddy at
    Knick-knack paddywhack, give a dog a bone (bone)
    Put it on him, bet your nigga never comin' home (home)
    I'ma flex like a 'roid, I'm a ten, she a 'droid
    Stupid hoe, unimportant, unattractive, unemployed
    Get some guap, guap, get some chicken, guap, guap, get some bread
    Guap, guap, get some chicken, guap, guap, get some bread
    Bitch you pressed, you can flex
    Get some money, hoe, tell me why you stressed, uh
    Guap, guap, get some chicken
    I need that cheese, shorty, show me where it's at (boy, please, whatever)
    You play with me, I might pop up where you at (boy, please, whatever)
    You make-believe, now with me it's only facts (boy, please, whatever)
    Expensive weave, man my checks is worth some racks, uh
    Yeah, pop that pussy like you ain't pop that pussy in a while
    Pop that pussy like poppin' pussy is goin' out of style
    Pop that pussy while you work, pop that pussy up in church
    Pop that pussy on the pole, pop that pussy on the stove
    Make that pussy slip and slide like you from the 305
    Put your tongue out in the mirror, pop that pussy while you drive
    Spread them asscheeks open, make that pussy crack a smile
    Lock your legs 'round that nigga, make him give your ass a child (woo)
    Gimme some neck, gimme a check
    Pussy so good, make a nigga invest
    Gimme a little spit, I'm gettin' it wet
    I'll get it back up, just give me a sec'
    Give him some vag', I'm gettin' a bag
    Give him some ass, I'm gettin' some Raf
    When I'm done I make him cum
    But then he comin' off that cash
    Get you some guap, guap, get some chicken, guap, guap, get some bread
    Guap, guap, get some chicken, guap, guap, get some bread
    Bitch you pressed, you can flex
    Get some money, hoe, tell me why you stressed, uh
    Guap, guap, get some chicken
    I need that cheese, shorty, show me where it's at (boy, please, whatever)
    You play with me, I might pop up where you at (boy, please, whatever)
    You make-believe, now with me it's only facts (boy, please, whatever)
    Expensive weave, man my checks is worth some racks, uh
    Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
    Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
    Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright

  4. 4

    Bodak Yellow Cardi B

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    Bodak Yellow –Cardi B

    Said little 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 says 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 do 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
    Said little 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
    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
    If you a pussy you get popped
    You a goofy, 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 li'l bitch play her role
    I just arrove 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 they 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
    Said little 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 hustle
    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

  5. 5

    Be Careful Cardi B

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    Be Careful –Cardi B

    Yeah
    Be careful, be careful, be careful with me
    Yeah, look

    I wanna get married, like the Currys, Steph and Ayesha shit
    But we more like Belly, Tommy and Keisha shit
    Gave you TLC, you wanna creep and shit
    Poured out my whole heart to a piece of shit
    Man, I thought you would've learned your lesson
    'Bout liking pictures, not returnin' texts
    I guess it's fine, man, I get the message
    You still stutter after certain questions
    You keep in contact with certain exes
    Do you, though
    Trust me, nigga, it's cool, though
    Said that you was workin', but you're out here chasin' culo
    And putas, chillin' poolside, livin' two lives
    I could've did what you did to me to you a few times
    But if I did decide to slide, find a nigga
    Fuck him, suck his dick, you would've been pissed
    But that's not my M.O., I'm not that type of bitch
    And karma for you is gon' be who you end up with
    Don't make me sick, nigga

    The only man, baby, I adore
    I gave you everything, what's mine is yours
    I want you to live your life of course
    But I hope you get what you dyin' for
    Be careful with me
    Do you know what you doin'?
    Whose feelings that you're hurtin' and bruisin'?
    You gon' gain the whole world
    But is it worth the girl that you're losin'?
    Be careful with me
    Yeah, it's not a threat, it's a warnin'
    Be careful with me
    Yeah, my heart is like a package with a fragile label on it
    Be careful with me

    Care for me, care for me
    Always said that you'd be there for me, there for me
    Boy, you better treat me carefully, carefully, look

    I was here before all of this
    Guess you actin' out now, you got an audience
    Tell me where your mind is, drop a pin, what's the coordinates?
    You might have a fortune, but you lose me, you still gon' be misfortunate, nigga
    Tell me, this love's got you this fucked up in the head
    You want some random bitch up in your bed?
    She don't even know your middle name
    Watch her, 'cause she might steal your chain
    You don't want someone who loves you instead? I guess not though
    It's blatant disrespect, you nothin' like the nigga I met
    Talk to me crazy and you quick to forget
    You even got me trippin', you got me lookin' in the mirror different
    Thinkin' I'm flawed because you inconsistent
    Between a rock and a hard place, the mud and the dirt
    It's gon' hurt me to hate you, but lovin' you's worse
    It all stops so abrupt, we start switchin' it up
    Teach me to be like you so I can not give a fuck
    Free to mess with someone else, I wish these feelings could melt
    'Cause you don't care about a thing except your mothafuckin' self
    You make me sick, nigga

    The only man, baby, I adore
    I gave you everything, what's mine is yours
    I want you to live your life of course
    But I hope you get what you dyin' for
    Be careful with me
    Do you know what you doin'?
    Whose feelings that you're hurtin' and bruisin'?
    You gon' gain the whole world
    But is it worth the girl that you're losin'?
    Be careful with me
    Yeah, it's not a threat, it's a warnin'
    Be careful with me
    Yeah, my heart is like a package with a fragile label on it
    Be careful with me

  6. 6

    Best Life Cardi B ft Chance the Rapper

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    Best Life –Cardi B ft Chance the Rapper

    [Intro: Chance The Rapper]
    I'm livin' my best life, yeah, yeah
    I'm livin' my best life
    Made a couple M's, you know (IGH! Huh!)

    [Chorus: Chance The Rapper]
    Said I'm livin' my best life
    Said I'm livin' my best life
    Made a couple M's with my best friends
    Turned all my L's into lessons
    You see the whip pullin' up, it's like "skrrt"
    Dreams pullin' up, I'm like "skrrt"
    I'm livin' my best life
    It's my birthday, at least that's what I'm dressed like

    [Verse 1: Cardi B]
    I'm like Big Pop' mixed with 2Pac, I'm like Makaveli (yeah)
    You need some, Little Caesar's pizza, I be hot and ready (woo)
    Nigga, you a pussy and a rat, you like Tom and Jerry
    Nigga, you ain't ballin', you just talkin', that's that commentary (huh)
    I was in the field, man, I slaved for this (yeah)
    Had to talk to God, dropped down, and prayed for this
    To my surprise, He replied, said, "You made for this"
    I seen the car I wanted, then I went and paid for it, cash cash
    Hit the Tay-K, I hit the race, hit the dash dash
    That's when they came for me on Twitter with the backlash
    "#CardiBIsSoProblematic" is the hashtag
    I can't believe they wanna see me lose that bad
    They talkin' junk and they stink, these hoes mad trash
    I'm gigglin', can't let the devil have the last laugh
    Ain't no more beefin', I'm just keepin' to myself
    I'm my own competition, I'm competin' with myself (brrr)

    [Chorus: Chance The Rapper]
    I told y'all, I said I'm livin' my best life (woo)
    I told y'all, I said I'm livin' my best life (ayy)
    I made a couple M's with my best friends
    Turned all my L's into lessons (skrrt, skrrt)
    You see the whip pullin' up, it's like "skrrt" (like skrrt)
    Dreams pullin' up, I'm like "skrrt" (like skrrt)
    I'm livin' my best life
    It's my birthday, at least that's what I'm dressed like (Chance, The Rapper)

    [Verse 2: Chance The Rapper]
    You don't like money, I can see it your eye
    You don't like winnin', I can see it in your tie
    Better be careful with these women when you trickin', send it fly
    She count money in her sleep and she don't ever spend the night
    But she trappin' and she had to make it happen for her life
    Don't be mad because she havin', shit, you had it your whole life
    We had baggage on our flight, we had badges on our asses
    You got passes in your life, you had gadgets on your bike
    God work magic, God work magic, God work magic in my life
    And that guap look like Iyanla cause that bag just fixed my life
    Hey, y'all know good and damn well I don't want no champagne
    But can we please get some more champagne?
    Please, no Andre, G like 'Venchy
    Reach like 'Bron James, pep talk from Yoncé
    'Member my hands had ash like Pompeii
    Now they hold cash, won't peak like Dante

    [Chorus: Chance The Rapper]
    I told y'all, I said I'm livin' my best life
    I told y'all, I said I'm livin' my best life (ayy)
    I made a couple M's with my best friends
    Turned all my L's into lessons
    You see the whip pullin' up, it's like "skrrt" (skrrt, skrrt, like skrrt)
    Dreams fillin' up, I'm like "skrrt" (like skrrt)
    I'm livin' my best life
    It's my birthday, at least that's what I'm dressed like

    [Verse 3: Cardi B]
    I said I never had a problem showin' y'all the real me
    Hair when it's fucked up, crib when it's filthy
    Way-before-the-deal me, strip-to-pay-the-bills me
    'Fore I fixed my teeth, man, those comments used to kill me
    But never did I change, never been ashamed
    Never did I switch, story stayed the same
    I did this on my own, I made this a lane
    Y'all gotta bear with me, I been through some things
    Went from small-ass apartments to walkin' red carpets
    Pissy elevators, now every dress is tailored
    This some real-life fairy tale Binderella shit
    I got further than them hoes said I will ever get
    And that only goes to show that only God knows
    I took pictures with Beyoncé, I met Mama Knowles
    I'm the rose that came from the concrete in the Rolls
    I'm like gold, I'm life goals, man, I'm chosen, I'm floatin', ayy

    [Chorus: Chance The Rapper]
    I told y'all, I said I'm livin' my best life
    I told y'all, I said I'm livin' my best life (ayy)
    I made a couple M's with my best friends
    Turned all my L's into lessons (hey, hey, hey, hey)
    You see the whip pullin' up, it's like "skrrt" (like skrrt)
    Dreams pullin' up, I'm like "skrrt" (like skrrt)
    I'm livin' my best life
    It's my birthday, at least that's what I'm dressed like

    [Outro: Chance The Rapper]
    Skrrt skrrt, it's goin' down right now
    Skrrt skrrt, Jamie Foxx in your town like
    Skrrt skrrt, money pilin' up, man
    All the blessings comin' down
    You don't know 'bout nothin' (you don't know)
    You don't know 'bout nothin' (ayy)
    You don't know 'bout nothin'
    You don't know 'bout nothin' (I told y'all, I told y'all)
    You don't know 'bout nothin' (I t-, I told y'all, I told y'all)
    You don't know 'bout nothin' (told y'all, I t-, I told y'all)
    You don't know 'bout nothin' (you don't know)
    You don't know 'bout nothin'
    You don't know 'bout nothin' (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
    You don't know 'bout nothin' (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
    You don't know 'bout nothin' (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
    You don't know 'bout nothin' (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

  7. 7

    I Like It Cardi B ft Bad Bunny & J Balvin

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    I Like It –Cardi B ft Bad Bunny & J Balvin

    Yeah baby, I like it like that
    You gotta believe me when I tell you
    I said I like it like that
    You gotta believe me when I tell you
    I said I like it like–

    [Verse 1: Cardi B]
    Now I like dollars, I like diamonds, I like stunting, I like shining
    I like million dollar deals, where's my pen? Bitch I'm signin'
    I like those Balenciagas, the ones that look like socks
    I like going to the jeweler, I put rocks all in my watch
    I like texts from my exes when they want a second chance
    I like proving niggas wrong, I do what they say I can't
    They call me Cardi Bardi, banging body
    Spicy mami, hot tamale
    Hotter than a Somali, fur coat, Ferrari
    Hop out the stu', jump in the coupe (the coupe)
    They trippin' on top of the roof
    Flexing on bitches as hard as I can
    Eating halal, driving the Lam'
    Told that bitch I'm sorry though
    'Bout my coins like Mario (Mario)
    Yeah they call me Cardi B, I run this shit like cardio
    Oh, damn

    [Chorus: Cardi B]
    Diamond district in the jag (I said I like it like that)
    Certified, know I'm gang, gang, gang, gang (I said I like it like–)
    Drop the top and blow the brains (I said I like it like that)
    Oh he's so handsome, what's his name? (I said I like it)
    Oh I need the dollars (I said I like it like that)
    Beat it up like piñatas (I said I like it like–)
    Tell the driver, close the curtains (I said I like it like that)
    Bad bitch make him nervous (I said I like it)
    Cardi B

    [Verse 2: Bad Bunny]
    Chambean, chambean, pero no jalan (¡jalan!)
    Tú compras to'a las Jordan, bobo, a mí me las regalan (jejeje)
    I spend in the club (wuh), what you have in the bank (yeh)
    This is the new religion, bang, en latino gang, gang, yeh
    Trato de hacer dieta (yeh), pero es que en el closet tengo mucha grasa (wuh)
    Ya mude la Gucci pa' dentro de casa, yeh (¡wuh!)
    Cabrón, a ti no te conocen ni en Plaza (no)
    El Diablo me llama pero Jesucristo me abraza
    Guerrero como Eddie, que viva la raza (yeh)
    Me gustan boricuas, me gustan cubanas (rrr)
    Me gusta el acento de las colombianas (¿qué hubo pues?)
    Como mueve el culo la dominicana (¿qué lo que?)
    Lo rico que me chingan las venezolanas (woo!)
    Andamos activos, Perico Pin Pin (woo)
    Billetes de cien en el maletín (ching)
    Que retumbe el bajo, Bobby Valentin, yeh (boo)
    Aquí es prohibido amar, diles Charytín
    Que pa'l picor les tengo Claritin
    Yo llego a la disco y se forma el motín (rrr)
    [Chorus: Cardi B & Bad Bunny]
    Diamond district in the jag (I said I like it like that)
    Bad Bunny, baby, be, be, be, be
    Certified, know I'm gang, gang, gang, gang (I said I like it like–)
    Drop the top and blow the brains (I said I like it like that)
    Oh he's so handsome, what's his name? (I said I like it)
    Oh I need the dollars (I said I like it like that)
    Beat it up like piñatas (I said I like it like–)
    Tell the driver, close the curtains (I said I like it like that)
    Bad bitch make him nervous (I said I like it)

    [Verse 3: J Balvin]
    Como Celia Cruz tengo el azúcar (azúca')
    Tu jeva me vio y se fue de pecho como Jimmy Snuka (ah)
    Te vamos a tumbar la peluca
    Y arranca pa'l carajo cabrón, que a ti no te vo'a pasar la hookah (hookah, hookah)
    Mis tenis Balenciaga, me reciben en la entrada (woo)
    Pa-pa-pa-pa-razzi, like I'm Lady Gaga (woo)
    Y no te me hagas (ey)
    Que en cover de Billboard tú has visto mi cara (ey)
    No salgo de tu mente
    Donde quieras que viajes has escuchado "Mi Gente"
    Yo no soy high (high), soy como el Testarossa ('rossa)
    Yo soy el que se la vive y también el que la goza (goza, goza)
    Es la cosa, mami es la cosa (cosa, cosa)
    El que mira sufre y el que toca goza (goza, goza)
    [Bridge: J Balvin & Cardi B]
    I said I like it like that
    I said I like it like that (rrr)
    I said I like it like that (woo)
    I said I like it like that

    [Chorus: Cardi B]
    Diamond district in the jag (I said I like it like that)
    Certified, you know I'm gang (I said I like it)
    Drop the top and blow the brains (I said I like it like that)
    Oh he's so handsome, what's his name? (I said I like it)

  8. 8

    Ring Cardi B ft Kelahni

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    Ring –Cardi B ft Kelahni

    Ooh, ooh
    Ring, ring, ring, ring
    [Chorus: Kelahni]
    You don't hit my line no more, oh, oh
    You don't make it ring, ring, ring, ring
    I can't keep this on the low
    I want you to make it ring, ring, ring, ring

    [Cardi B]
    Should I call first? I can't decide
    I want to, but a bitch got pride
    The switchin' up shit is what I can't fuck with
    I'm feelin' you but you hard to get in touch with
    And you ain't hit me up in a while
    Actin' like you don't know what number to dial
    You quit, then that's it, I'ma throw in the towel
    'Cause a nigga only goin' through what you allow
    You don't want this gun smoke
    Learn to text with your nose if your thumb broke
    I don't care if we get into it and I stall on your ass
    But I still wake up to missed calls from your ass, nigga

    [Chorus: Kelahni]
    You don't hit my line no more, oh, oh
    You don't make it ring, ring, ring, ring
    I can't keep this on the low
    I want you to make it ring, ring, ring, ring

    [Cardi B]
    Nah, nigga now you gon' have to call me (call me)
    'Cause I'm lookin' at these messages, they all me (yeah)
    Actin' like they ain't niggas that want me
    Let another nigga in your spot, and you gon' be hot nigga, coffee
    You gon' be sick to your, stomach
    Hit me when you free, 1-800
    It's emergency, call me 911
    'Cause right now I'm out here tryna find someone
    The ring on my phone, ring on my finger (brrr)
    You actin' like you ain't tryna do either (yeah)
    Was a good girl, watched me turn diva
    Here goes my heart, I put it on speaker (oh)

    [Chorus: Kelahni]
    You don't hit my line no more, oh, oh
    You don't make it ring, ring, ring, ring
    I can't keep this on the low
    I want you to make it ring, ring, ring, ring

    [Cardi B]
    You used to be on my line
    On my tick all the time, yeah
    Love it when you make me feel
    Like you don't mind when I ain't got time for you
    You know it don't go to my head, I'm only arrogant in bed
    I just love to know you wanna spend time with me instead
    Now you all caught up, yeah
    You all caught up and you done left me alone, yeah
    You was all fed up
    Ready for the next step, wanna be on your own
    Said I just miss you, I just miss us, baby
    All I know is

    [Chorus: Kelahni]
    You don't hit my line no more, oh, oh
    You don't make it ring, ring, ring, ring (you don't make it ring, baby)
    I can't keep this on the low (yeah, yeah, oh)
    I want you to make it ring, ring, ring, ring

  9. 9

    Money Bag Cardi B

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    Money Bag –Cardi B

    Money Bag"

    Money bag, money bag
    Money bag, bitch, I'm lookin' like a money bag
    Money bag
    Cardi

    I do the Maybach on Monday, Ferrari Friday
    This is sweet pussy Saturday, that's just what Plies say
    I said "Bae, it's a snack," he said it's a entrée
    With them pretty ass twins, you look like Beyoncé
    Lookin' like
    Money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
    Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah
    Money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
    Money bag, money bag, money bag
    He can tell from the front I got ass behind me
    And I park my Bentley truck on my Versace driveway
    Lookin' like
    Money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
    Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah
    Money bag, money bag, money bag, woo
    Money bag, money bag, money bag
    And my bitches with me pretty, too, they look like bridesmaids
    And they all bloody gang so don't be talking sideways

    He said I'm protein thick, you look like a thottie, sis
    He make sure he put Cardi down on his grocery list
    Now why this bitch tryna look on my Snap?
    I take your man and I won't give him back
    I just walk into the booth and attack
    I hit this grind, the roof gon' collapse
    I been broke my whole life
    I have no clue what to do with these racks
    [?] waist snatched, ass fat, straight facts
    Got lips like Angelina, Bentley truck tangerine, uh
    [?] jumping on my dick, that's why they call it trampoline, uh

    I do the Maybach on Monday, Ferrari Friday
    This is sweet pussy Saturday, that's just what Plies say
    I said "Bae, it's a snack," he said it's a entrée
    With them pretty ass twins, you look like Beyoncé
    Lookin' like
    Money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
    Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah
    Money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
    Money bag, money bag, money bag
    He can tell from the front I got ass behind me
    And I park my Bentley truck on my Versace driveway
    Lookin' like
    Money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
    Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah
    Money bag, money bag, money bag, woo
    Money bag, money bag, money bag
    And my bitches with me pretty, too, they look like bridesmaids
    And they all bloody gang so don't be talking sideways

    These bitches salty, they sodium
    They jelly, petroleum
    Always talkin' in the background
    Don't never come to the podium
    Chef Cardi B, I'm cookin' up
    I see you hoes at the stove again
    While you hoes were sleepin' on me, I made 40 bands by 4 pm
    They be taking shots, miss miss
    X and O, kiss kiss
    Everythin' your nigga want, I'm like a walkin' wishlist
    I don't understand what this hate is about
    How you gon' suck yo man dick with my name in yo mouth?

    I do the Maybach on Monday, Ferrari Friday
    This is sweet pussy Saturday, that's just what Plies say
    I said "Bae, it's a snack," he said it's a entrée
    With them pretty ass twins, you look like Beyoncé
    Lookin' like
    Money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
    Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah
    Money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
    Money bag, money bag, money bag
    He can tell from the front I got ass behind me
    And I park my Bentley truck on my Versace driveway
    Lookin' like
    Money bag, money bag, money bag, uh
    Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah
    Money bag, money bag, money bag, woo
    Money bag, money bag, money bag
    And my bitches with me pretty, too, they look like bridesmaids
    And they all bloody gang so don't be talking sideways

  10. 10

    Bartier Cardi Cardi B Ft. 21 Savage

  11. 11

    She Bad Cardi B Ft. YG

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    She Bad –Cardi B Ft. YG

    Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
    Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
    She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
    She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
    Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Fendi bag
    Prada bag, Louis bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag
    Birkin bag, she in the bag, she drip, she swag
    Never mad, she glad, Louis bag, she in the bag

    Look, look
    Momma needs some meal money (cash)
    Prada bag and heel money
    See my ex, he still love me (ha)
    New nigga 'gon kill for me (yeah)
    All my chains got diamonds in it (bling)
    My account got commas in it (cash)
    Damn daddy, you fine as hell
    I hope your wallet got condoms in it
    I'm up, she mad, I'm first, she's last (yeah)
    Rob who? Take what? Click-clack, ski-mask
    I'm a boss in a skirt, I'm a dog, I'm a flirt
    Write a verse while I twerk, I wear Off-White at church
    Prolly make the preacher sweat, read the Bible, Jesus wept
    Bitch said that she gon' try me, how come I ain't seen it yet?
    Give it to him so good that his eyes roll back (huh?)
    Shorty said it's all hers, why her thighs don't match?

    Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
    Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
    She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
    She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
    Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Fendi bag
    Prada bag, Louis bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag
    Birkin bag, she in the bag, she drip, she swag
    Never mad, she glad, Louis bag, she in the bag
    She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
    She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad

    Weed blowin', pussy boss, suck his dick through his drawers
    Lick the balls just because, lil bitch, I eat balls
    I'm a monsta, mouth open wide like opera
    Face down, ass up, I got perfect posture (woo)
    It's lit like a lamp, lick you like a stamp (yuh)
    Beat this pussy up (yuh) I take it like a champ (woo)
    Balenciaga momma, I know you heard about her
    Spoil me in Prada, I'm worth every dollar (cash)
    The one you made, could keep 'em (yeah)
    I need Chrissy Teigen
    Know a bad bitch when I see one (yeah, woo)
    Tell Rih-Rih I need a threesome
    I'm his favorite type of chick, boujee, bad, and thick (uh)
    I could buy designer, but this Fashion Nova fit
    All that ass (woo, woo, woo, woo)

    Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
    Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
    She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
    She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
    Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Fendi bag
    Prada bag, Louis bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag
    Birkin bag, she in the bag, she drip, she swag
    Never mad, she glad, Louis bag, she in the bag
    She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
    She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad

    She bad, in the bag, move slow, hit it fast
    She ride me 'til I crash, 400 minutes, I last
    She compliment my swag, all you niggas harass
    All them bitches wanna be her friend now, she laugh (hey now)
    Uh, uh, she buy her man a Bentley coupe
    Uh, uh, she got niggas and bitches, too
    Uh, uh, she wear off-white to church, ooh
    Uh, only Birkin, not Dooney & Burke, woo
    Birkin bag, fuck a tag, fuck me, and she fuck me bad
    Whispered in her ear, "You got these bitches beat, they runnin' laps"
    You know you something special, you figured it out, you from the traps
    Step out wearin' that dress, showin' that ass and it's a fuckin' wrap

    Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
    Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
    She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
    She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
    Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Fendi bag
    Prada bag, Louis bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag
    Birkin bag, she in the bag, she drip, she swag
    Never mad, she glad, Louis bag, she in the bag
    She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
    She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad

  12. 12

    Thru Your Phone Cardi B

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    Thru Your Phone –Cardi B

    Look, I just want to break up all your shit
    Call your mama phone
    Let her know that she raised a bitch, then dial tone, click
    And fuck your little fake ass friends
    Come around actin' like they my bros
    I seen y'all little group texts
    Where you all like to brag about your hoes
    And you can tell your little bitch
    I screenshotted all her naked pics
    Oh, you wanna send nudes to my man?
    Wake up and see your boobs on the 'Gram?
    Little bitch, I cannot stand you, right hand to Jesus
    I might just cut all the tongues out your sneakers
    Smash your TV from Best Buy
    You gon' turn me into into Left Eye
    I don't wanna hear 'bout invasion of privacy
    I had a feeling, it turns out you lie to me
    I'm holdin' back everything that's inside of me
    How you out fuckin' with bitches that follow me?

    My heart is beating like it's bleeding out
    (You sleeping, you sleeping, you sleeping)
    You sleeping like a baby
    Everyone was right about you now, and
    (You creeping, you creeping, you creeping)

    I went through your phone last night
    I went through your phone last night
    Saw some things I didn't like
    I went through your phone last night
    It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh

    All I can see is you and her in different scenarios
    Beyoncé on my stereo, "Resentment" on repeat
    I'ma make a bowl of cereal with a teaspoon of bleach
    Serve it to you like, "Here you go, nigga, bon appétit"
    Look did you give it to her raw? You love her or nah?
    You risk your whole home for a hoe from the bar?
    You really want them hoes? You can have them bitches
    You don't even cheat with no badder bitches
    This shit is eatin' me, you sleepin' peacefully
    Gettin' more mad at you, thinkin' 'bout stabbing you
    Don't even know that you this close to dyin'
    You gon' wake up like, "Why you got an attitude?"

    My heart is beating like it's bleeding out
    (You sleeping, you sleeping, you sleeping)
    You sleeping like a baby
    Everyone was right about you now, and
    (You creeping, you creeping, you creeping)

    I went through your phone last night
    I went through your phone last night
    Saw some things I didn't like
    I went through your phone last night
    It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh

    It's killing me
    It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
    It's killing me
    It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
    It's killing me
    It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
    It's killing me

    I went through your phone last night
    I went through your phone last night
    Saw some things I didn't like
    I went through your phone last night
    It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh

  13. 13

    I Do Cardi B Ft. SZA

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    I Do –Cardi B Ft. SZA

    [Chorus: SZA]
    I left a nigga on read 'cause I felt like it
    Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket
    Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks defined
    No wonder, wonder why I do whatever I like
    I do what I like, I do, I do
    I do what I like, I do, I do
    I do what I like, I do, I do
    I do what I like, I do, I do

    [Verse 1: Cardi B]
    I think us bad bitches is a gift from God (gift from God)
    I think you broke hoes need to get a job (get a job)
    Now I'm a boss, I write my own name on the checks (Cardi)
    Pussy so good, I say my own name during sex
    I might smack a bitch 'cause I felt like it
    Gucci shoes and a belt like it
    Said that Cardi is his favorite fragrance
    I'm a rich bitch and I smell like it
    I'm in a boss bitch mood, ay
    These heels are Givenchy, ho, these are some boss bitch shoes
    If you ain't no boss bitch, move, ay
    For the record, I set records, record sales
    I like niggas that are in it, not in jail
    They said by now that I'll be finished, hard to tell (I can tell)
    My little 15 minutes lasted long as hell, huh?

    [Chorus: SZA]
    I left a nigga on read 'cause I felt like it
    Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket
    Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks defined
    No wonder, wonder why I do whatever I like
    I do what I like, I do, I do
    I do what I like, I do, I do
    I do what I like, I do, I do
    I do what I like, I do, I do

    [Verse 2: Cardi B]
    Look, broke hoes do what they can (can)
    Good girls do what they told (told)
    Bad bitches do what they want (they want)
    That's why a bitch is so cold
    I'm a gangsta in a dress, I'm a bully in the bed
    Only time that I'm a lady's when I lay these hoes to rest
    The coupe is ruthless, but I get top in it
    I'm provocative, it's my prerogative
    80K just to know what time is it
    Cardi rocking it, go buy stock in it
    Spent what I want, ain't no limit
    I say what I want, I ain't never been timid
    Only real shit comes out my mouth and only real niggas go in it
    Leave his texts on read, leave his balls on blue
    Put it on airplane mode so none of those calls come through
    Here's a word to my ladies
    Don't you give these niggas none (give 'em none)
    If they can make you richer, they can make you cum

    [Chorus: SZA]
    I left a nigga on read 'cause I felt like it
    Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket
    Dapper, dapper, I look fine, yeah, my checks still fine
    No wonder wonder why I do whatever I like
    I do what I like, I do, I do
    I do what I like, I do, I do
    I do what I like, I do, I do
    I do what I like, I do, I do