Karaoke Money by Cardi B — sing along with lyrics on Singa

Money Karaoke

Cardi B

LyricsMoney

Look my bitches all bad

My ###### 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

Diamonds on my neck

I like boardin' jets

I like mornin' sex

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

Bustin' out the roof

I got bands in the coupe

Touch me I'll shoot bow

Shake a little ass

You get a little bag

and take it to the store

Get a little cash

You shake it real fast

you get a little more

I got bands in the coupe

Bustin' out the roof

I got bands in the coupe

Bustin' out the roof

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

Let a bitch try me boom

Hammer time uh

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 checks

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

Bustin' out the roof

I got bands in the coupe

Touch me I'll shoot bow

Shake a little ass

You get a little bag

and take it to the store

Get a little cash

You shake it real fast

you get a little more

I got bands in the coupe

Bustin' out the roof

I got bands in the coupe

Touch me I'll shoot bow

Bitch I will pop at your pops

Bitch I will pop on whoever

You know who popped the most shit

The people whose shit not together

You'da bet Cardi a freak

All my pajamas is leather

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 ##### put down 2K

I like my ###### dark like D'USSÉ

He gonna eat this ass like soup

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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Shaftizm, Wc Music Corp, Sanctuary Collective Publishing, Sony ATV Songs Llc, Sony/atv Ballad, Washpoppin Inc, Sony/atv Allegro, Atlantic/KSR
Copyright owner
Anthony G White, Jordan Thorpe, Belcalis Almanzar, Raphael, Klenord