Lirik Lagu Imaginary Playerz - cardi B
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YeahIt's the motherfucking Brimcess, you heard?The shit these bitches be braggin' about is likeShit I was doin' in like 2016 type shitLike (Why these bitches hating?)You bitches don't even know the difference between vintage and archive, like (Why these bitches hating?)Yeah, look
Now I spit that other shit, pretty motherfucker shitCardi B, every song platinum, I'm not the other bitchWhatever you was gon' pay her, you gotta double itGlory hole, bitches don't know who they fuckin' withTheir money my stocks and share moneyYour booking fee is my makeup and hair moneyBitches say I think I'm the shit and do (And do) (And did)Just know you bitches can't liveI got the hottest shit, hop out, poppin' itThey say I walk around looking like a complimentShut up, stop whining, Cardi still shiningHoes kept complaining so I copped more diamondsAnd more archive, vintage couture on meI got more Gaultier than Jean probablySummer with cheeks out, winter, it's minks outI buy grown men watches and make them take links out, bitch
(Why these bitches hating?) I meanIt's really easy for me to talk this shit 'cause I live this shit(Why these bitches hating?) I just gotta make it rhyme
Bitches, I leave 'em all fucked, fists be balled upY'all hoes look cheap, that shit don't cost muchI'm a star, but I'll smack you, don't get starstruckPatientce lookin' at me like, "Cardi, what the fuck?"Striped like Thom Browne, these bitches should calm downQuicker they lift up, the quicker they fall downPoor thing, Twitter must be gassin' them heavyMaking them jump in the rim with the Brim before they readyI seen whole fan pages make avatar changesAll that old love go to new fan basesNow your fifteen up, you already outta timeI'm a legend, they gon' hang my heels from the power lines
(Why these bitches hating?) All I'm saying isGod forbid some shit happened to the BrimPut my motherfucking heels in Nelson Ave (Why these bitches hating?)Bronx legend, you heard?
My flop and your flop is not the sameIf you did my numbers, y'all would pop champagneIf I did your numbers, I would hop out a planeSuicide if I fall from the distance of you and IThey gotta be kiddingWhatever they smoking on, it gotta be hittingThe bag you just posted been in the closet sittingThe car he just got you, bow tie and a ribbon?Been in my driveway not getting drivenY'all some bench bitchesHo, y'all just started startingBirthday at Carbone, to me, that's Olive GardenA nigga couldn't take me there, that's y'all departmentTasteless, basicI'm a Waldorf penthouse every state bitch2016, I had Fashion Nova litAsk Rich, y'all need your ass whipped
What the fuck you mean this bitch is outdressing me? (Why these bitches hating?)How that bitch outdressing me with my fucking vibe, bitch? Duh (Why these bitches hating?)I dressed that bitch
Fixin' y'all mouth to talk fashion with meI'm the one who showed these girls what fashion could beThe first rap bitch on the cover of VogueBut somehow y'all passed me I supposeI know your type, all bold and all capFor the Love of Hip Hop, y'all knew me before thatThese bitches is nuts, bitches is ball sacksAnd behind my back, bitches be tight like bra straps, aye
Now I spit that other shit, pretty motherfucker shitCardi B, every song platinum, I'm not the other bitchWhatever you was gon' pay her, you gotta double itGlory hole, bitches don't know who they fuckin' withTheir money my stocks and share moneyYour booking fee is my makeup and hair moneyBitches say I think I'm the shit and do (And do) (And did)Just know you bitches can't liveI got the hottest shit, hop out, poppin' itThey say I walk around looking like a complimentShut up, stop whining, Cardi still shiningHoes kept complaining so I copped more diamondsAnd more archive, vintage couture on meI got more Gaultier than Jean probablySummer with cheeks out, winter, it's minks outI buy grown men watches and make them take links out, bitch
(Why these bitches hating?) I meanIt's really easy for me to talk this shit 'cause I live this shit(Why these bitches hating?) I just gotta make it rhyme
Bitches, I leave 'em all fucked, fists be balled upY'all hoes look cheap, that shit don't cost muchI'm a star, but I'll smack you, don't get starstruckPatientce lookin' at me like, "Cardi, what the fuck?"Striped like Thom Browne, these bitches should calm downQuicker they lift up, the quicker they fall downPoor thing, Twitter must be gassin' them heavyMaking them jump in the rim with the Brim before they readyI seen whole fan pages make avatar changesAll that old love go to new fan basesNow your fifteen up, you already outta timeI'm a legend, they gon' hang my heels from the power lines
(Why these bitches hating?) All I'm saying isGod forbid some shit happened to the BrimPut my motherfucking heels in Nelson Ave (Why these bitches hating?)Bronx legend, you heard?
My flop and your flop is not the sameIf you did my numbers, y'all would pop champagneIf I did your numbers, I would hop out a planeSuicide if I fall from the distance of you and IThey gotta be kiddingWhatever they smoking on, it gotta be hittingThe bag you just posted been in the closet sittingThe car he just got you, bow tie and a ribbon?Been in my driveway not getting drivenY'all some bench bitchesHo, y'all just started startingBirthday at Carbone, to me, that's Olive GardenA nigga couldn't take me there, that's y'all departmentTasteless, basicI'm a Waldorf penthouse every state bitch2016, I had Fashion Nova litAsk Rich, y'all need your ass whipped
What the fuck you mean this bitch is outdressing me? (Why these bitches hating?)How that bitch outdressing me with my fucking vibe, bitch? Duh (Why these bitches hating?)I dressed that bitch
Fixin' y'all mouth to talk fashion with meI'm the one who showed these girls what fashion could beThe first rap bitch on the cover of VogueBut somehow y'all passed me I supposeI know your type, all bold and all capFor the Love of Hip Hop, y'all knew me before thatThese bitches is nuts, bitches is ball sacksAnd behind my back, bitches be tight like bra straps, aye
