Stripper Hoe

I'm your...

Yo, I'm Cardi B with the wicked flow

Ask them, I keep them niggas on their tippy toes

Nick-nack-paddy-wack, give a dog a bone

Got him runnin' home, fuck him good, get that money flow

Pussy got him goin' places he would never go

Pussy got him cookin', now he wanna clean the stove

Pussy got him fucked up, I think he overdosed

But I ain't Travis Scott, I ain't got no antidote

Antidote, antidote

I think I like that

I think I like that

I think I like that

I think I like that

Yo, some people know me as a stripper hoe

But stripper hoes get the money and blow digits though

A lot of bitches talkin' down on me like I'm a joke

Talk shit, I'll fuck your man, send him back hella broke

I'm laughin', but I really mean it though

I'm on another level like I'm playin' Mario

These bitches can't see me, even with a telescope

Every day I'm shittin' on 'em, I don't flush the toilet bowl

Ew! Cause I be workin' and workin'

All these heads I be turnin', they on my body like surgeons

I think they see my conversion

That's why they be lurkin', but their feelings be hurtin'

Or remember when I wanna dance at certain clubs

And they told me, "No, no, that's a dub"

Now they the same niggas blowin' up my phone

Wantin' me to host, oh word? That's a dub

Bands

I think I like that

(I know, I know they're mad now)

I think I like that

I think I like that

(Hurtin' my feelings)

I think I like that

When I come up in the building I initiate

I'm the reason why the fuckers gotta renovate

I'm eatin' good and they mad they can't get a plate

Never thought we'd be gettin' booked in different states

Before the century they didn't even look this way

Now they wanna eat my ass like a skirt steak

Got 'em sending gifts, it's not even my birthday

You niggas soft and I meant that in the worst way

Oh you bitches suckin' dick just to get a bag

You hustlin'-backwards ass bitch, you're doin' bad

It's pretty sad, you should be getting more than that

Suck a dick so you can pay your rent, couple months with that

I mention flow, keep it on the low, I tell you facts

When a nigga 'bout to cum, just throw it back

It's over, you won, that nigga trapped

And that bank account, girl? Empty that