Lyrics : Belcalis Almanzar/Jay Jenkins/Alyssa Stephens/Jordan Thorpe/James D. Steed/Matthew “Sean Island” Allen/Javaan Durrell Anderson
Music : Belcalis Almanzar/Jay Jenkins/Alyssa Stephens/Jordan Thorpe/James D. Steed/Matthew “Sean Island” Allen/Javaan Durrell Anderson
Cardi B, I got you, baby, you already know what it is (Ooh-ooh)
Remix
Slow and smooth-ass criminal, Teddy P, Eazy-E
Got that billionaire status, Robert Smith, Gary Vee
How you like 'em? Bad and bougie, Halle Berry, Cardi B
Drought season, know we cuttin', Red Alert, Kid Capri
Re-up like Alaska, snow mountain, you can ski
Ten bricks for a show, damn right, that's the fee
Lawn chair a ****, stand right, I never fold
Snowman, bitch, yeah, this shit I say is cold
Bitch lose me, she lost her mother****in' mind
If you ain't in my league, don't waste my mother****in' time
I'm like the Black Brad Pitt up out this mother****er
No diaper, I'm the shit up out this mother****er
Sicarios, we got a hit up out this mother****er
Gasolina, yeah, we got it lit up out this mother****er
Them YNs ain't rockin' wit' Still Snowin' and that's fine
D Rich and Shawty Redd sure gon' do it every time
Somebody better get her 'cause she out here lookin' fine
Better pop your shit because I'm out here poppin' mine
The way these diamonds hittin', bitches damn near goin' blind
Look, 'cause Don Julio gon' do the trick every time
**** lose me, you know that **** out his mind
Tell her make a hit, she in the stu' just wastin' time
If I take your ****, I don't wanna hear no cryin'
'Cause I ain't say shit when hoes was out herе ****in' mine, huh
Outside grindin', I'ma shine all summеr
Bad-ass bitch, I know that every **** want her
Real fine shit, man, I get it from my mother
I'm a demon, I'll **** your opp and **** your brother
Bottle after bottle after bottles in this mother****er
All my friends tens, look like models in this mother****er
Hoes throwin' ass, need some dollars in this mother****er
Bad yellow bitch, look like Latto in this mother****er
Somebody better get her 'cause she out here lookin' fine
Better pop your shit because I'm out here poppin' mine
The way these diamonds hittin', bitches damn near goin' blind
Look, 'cause Don Julio gon' do the trick every time
**** lose me, you know that **** out his mind
Tell her make a hit, she in the stu' just wastin' time
If I take your ****, I don't wanna hear no cryin'
'Cause I ain't say shit when hoes was out here ****in' mine
Pop out, brand new body like I'm Carti in this mother****er
Bitch, I'm giving belt out like karate in this mother****er (Hi-ya)
Bust it for my man like it's a hobby 'round this mother****er
Can't be bitches on this dick 'cause I be on this mother****er (On God)
G-lock on my hip, I walk around with a switch
I know this ho ain't talkin' shit with broke **** on her lips (Ew)
Like how you let a rapper hit that ain't even got no hits?
Man, my thick ass went to fashion week, them dresses couldn't even zip (Wow)
Bottle after bottle like somebody in here thirsty
Both hands on it like this **** tryna search me
Big Mama, **** the small talk, what's the wordski?
I must be the drama way he drop two hundred first week
Bottle after bottle after bottles in this mother****er
All my friends bad, look like models in this mother****er
Bitches throwin' ass, need some dollars in this mother****er
Bad yellow bitch, look like Latto in this mother****er (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's the baddest bitch (Cardi)
Snowman, bitch
Brim Reaper, you heard?
Bardi
Not your girl
Mastering Engineer : Joe LaPorta
Artist Production Coordinator : Craig Kallman/Sammye Scott
Vocals : Cardi B