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Money (💿Single)

Artist:Cardi B
Released: October 23, 2018
Genre:
Hip hop
Language:
English
Label:
Warner Music GroupAtlanic Records
Recorded at the:
Los Angeles, United State of American USA
Album: –
Video Publication date:
December 21, 2018
Video producer:
Jora Frantzis, OverScene , Kareem Johnson, Jay Tauzin, Natasha Pierson, Krista Worby, Brien Justiniano, Vinnie Hobbs , Emmanuelle Cuny , Marsha St. Hubert ,Anthony De Padua, Justin Grant, V Lily F Thrall Assistant, Trevor Joseph Newton
Prize:

Video

Pubblicità / tel: +39 3460730605

Money

Look, my bitches all bad, my niggas all real
I ride on his dick, in some big tall heels
Big fat checks, big large bills
Front, I’ll flip like ten cartwheels
Cold ass bitch, I give broads chills
Ten different looks and my looks all kill
I kiss him in the mouth, I feel all grills
He eat in the car, that’s meals on wheels (Woo!)


I was born to flex (Yes)
Diamonds on my neck
I like boardin’ jets, I like mornin’ sex (Woo!)
But nothing in this world that I like more than checks (Money)
All I really wanna see is the (Money)
I don’t really need the D, I need the (Money)
All a bad bitch need is the (Money)
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)
Bustin’ out the roof
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)
Touch me, I’ll shoot (Bow)
Shake a little ass (Money)
You get a little bag and take it to the store (Store, money)
Get a little cash (Money)
You shake it real fast, you get a little more (Money)
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)
Bustin’ out the roof
I got bands in the coupe (Brrr)
Bustin’ out the roof (Cardi)


I gotta fly, I need a jet, shit
I need room for my legs
I got a baby, I need some money, yeah
I need cheese for my egg
All y’all bitches in trouble
Bring brass knuckles to the scuffle
I heard that Cardi went pop
Yeah, I did go pop (Pop)
That’s me bustin’ they bubble
I’m Dasani with the drip
Baby mommy with the clip
Walk out Follie’s with a bitch
Bring a thottie to the whip
Is she fine or she thick, goddamn
Walkin’ past the mirror, ooh
Damn, I’m fine (Fine)
Let a bitch try me, boom
Hammer time, uh


I was born to flex (Yes)
Diamonds on my neck
I like boardin’ jets, I like mornin’ sex (Woo!)
But nothing in this world that I like more than checks (Money)
All I really wanna see is the (Money)
I don’t really need the D, I need the (Money)
All a bad bitch need is the (Money)
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)
Bustin’ out the roof
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)
Touch me, I’ll shoot (Bow)


Shake a little ass (Money)
You get a little bag and take it to the store (Store, money)
Get a little cash (Money)
You shake it real fast, you get a little more (Money)
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)
Bustin’ out the roof
I got bands in the coupe (Brrr)
Touch me, I’ll shoot (Bow)
Bitch, I will pop at your pops (Your pops)
Bitch, I will pop on whoever (Brrr)
You know who popped the most shit? (Who?)
The people whose shit not together (Okay)
You’da bet Cardi a freak (Freak)
All my pajamas is leather (Uh)
Bitch, I will black on your ass
Wakanda forever
Sweet like a honey bun, spit like a Tommy gun
Rollie a one of one, come get your mommy some
Cardi at the tip-top, bitch
Kiss the ring and kick rocks, sis (Uh)
Jump it down, back it up (Ooh, ayy)
Make that nigga put down 2K
I like my niggas dark like D’USSÉ
He gonna eat this ass like soup (Ayy)


I was born to flex, diamonds on my neck
I like boardin’ jets, I like mornin’ sex
But nothing in this world that I like more than Kulture
All I really wanna see is the (Money)
I don’t really need the D, I need the (Money)
All a bad bitch need is the
K, K, C (Woo!)


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Writers: Belcalis Almanzar, Anthony White, Jorden Thorpe, Kleonard Raphael