LYRICS
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I left a nigga on read 'cause I felt like itDress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacketDapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks definedNo wonder, wonder why I do whatever I likeI do what I like, I do, I doI do what I like, I do, I doI do what I like, I do, I doI do what I like, I do, I doI 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 sexI might smack a bitch 'cause I felt like itGucci shoes and a belt like itSaid that Cardi is his favorite fragranceI'm a rich bitch and I smell like itI'm in a boss bitch mood, ayThese heels are Givenchy, hothese are some boss bitch shoesIf you ain't no boss bitch, move, ayFor the record, I set records, record salesI like niggas that been in and outta jailThey said by now that I'll be finished, hard to tell(I can tell)My little 15 minutes lasted long as hell, huh?I left a nigga on read 'cause I felt like itDress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacketDapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks definedNo wonder, wonder why I do whatever I likeI do what I like, I do, I doI do what I like, I do, I doI do what I like, I do, I doI do what I like, I do, I doLook, 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 coldI'm a gangsta in a dress, I'm a bully in the bedOnly time that I'm a lady's when I lay these hoes to restThe coupe is ruthless, but I get top in itI'm provocative, it's my prerogative80k just to know what time is itCardi rockin' it, go buy stock in itSpent what I want, ain't no limitI say what I want, I ain't never been timidOnly real shit comes out my mouthand only real niggas go in itLeave his texts on read, leave his balls on bluePut it on airplane mode so none of those callscome throughHere's a word to my ladiesdon't you give these niggas none (give 'em none)If they can make you richer, they can make you cumI left a nigga on read 'cause I felt like itDress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacketDapper, dapper, I look fine, yeah, my checks still fineNo wonder wonder why I do whatever I likeI do what I like, I do, I doI do what I like, I do, I doI do what I like, I do, I doI do what I like, I do, I do
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