Lyrics : Belcalis Almanzar/Jordan Thorpe/James D. Steed/Matthew “Sean Island” Allen/Javaan Durrell Anderson
Music : Belcalis Almanzar/Jordan Thorpe/James D. Steed/Matthew “Sean Island” Allen/Javaan Durrell Anderson
Producer : DJ SwanQo/Sean Island
Yeah, yeah
I'm pretty and I'm petty as **** (As ****)
I'm pretty and I'm petty as **** (Ooh, girl)
I'm pretty and I'm petty as ****
Hoes think they ready, they ain't ready enough (Let's go)
I'm pretty and I'm petty as **** (As ****)
I'm pretty and I'm petty as **** (As ****)
I'm pretty and I'm petty as ****
When I walk a bitch down, it be sexy as ****
Name five BIA songs, gun pointin' to your head (Head)
Baow, I'm dead (Grr)
That melatonin flow puttin' us to bed
I'm doing you a favor, Epic, run me my bread (Run me my bread)
Pop shit and buy bags, only thing that I do
Every time I pray, I thank God I'm not you
I'd rather die on the surgery table
'Fore I gotta walk around here lookin' like you
You wanna beef with me, are you sure? (Are you sure?)
Do she even got a BET award?
Huh, sweat me 'cause you bored
Just a big lap dog, BIA, be a Labrador, rrr
I'm pretty and I'm petty as **** (As ****, yeah)
I'm pretty and I'm petty as **** (Ooh, girl)
I'm pretty and I'm petty as **** (Let's go)
Hoes think they ready, they ain't ready enough (Pow, pow, pow)
You a fake ghetto bitch and I don't like you (I don't like)
Your mama used to **** around with white men
Disgustin' (Huh), girl, you triflin'
I hate when a bitch think she cute 'cause she lightskin (Look)
Mm, talkin' about Kulture, you wildin' (You wildin')
Look, meatball, you Italian
I'm Cardi B, shorty, who you wanna be, shorty (Huh)
You from Boston, let's have a little tea party (Hmm)
Why you got kicked out of that condo? (Why?)
Why you be online and be lyin', though? (Why?)
Why you always at Diddy house? (Huh?)
I heard they combed that little kitty out (Ha)
Tell these folks what's it's really 'bout (What's it's really 'bout)
Why you all in people's face with that shitty mouth? (Ugh)
Diarrhea BIA, breath so stank you can smell her 'fore you see her
I'm like hmm, hmm, weave to the floor
I'm like hmm, hmm, make her hate me even more
I'm like hmm, hmm, hoes easy to ignore
It's been two years since you put a number on the board (Haha)
I'm a bad bitch and you mad (And you mad)
'Cause you built like your dad
You damn near unemployed
They only book you when they can't afford Coi, look (Ah)
I got one album (Huh?), and I'm up still (I am)
Daughter watch cost more than your cup deal (They do)
My ass soft here (Uh-huh), it feels dumb real (Yeah)
Cardi's on your shade, you need a conceal (Ah)
Thirty-two and you get acne on your face (Wait, how?)
Dirty bitch, go and change your pillowcase (You dirty)
Look, I'm an icon, I'm a legend (I'm a legend)
I mean, girl, you a Gretchen (At best)
I'm pretty and I'm petty as **** (As ****)
I'm pretty and I'm petty as **** (Ooh, girl)
I'm pretty and I'm petty as **** (Let's go)
Hoes think they ready, they ain't ready enough, ooh (Let's go)
I'm pretty and I'm petty as **** (As ****)
I'm pretty and I'm petty as **** (As ****)
I'm pretty and I'm petty as ****
When I walk a bitch down, it be sexy as ****
Real bad bitch and you mad
'Cause you built like your dad
I heard a bitch lookin' for me
Ayy, girl, I'm at the back, where you at?
Ayy, ayy, ayy
If you a real bad bitch, let me see you clap
If you a real bad bitch, let me see you clap
If you a real bad bitch, let me see you clap
So let me see you clap
Yeah, yeah, let me see you clap
Lil' dirty-ass bitch, let me see you clap
Ah, it's the Brim Reaper, bitch (Yeah)
You thought I was gon' let you slide, ho? (**** outta here, bitch)
I told you, bitch, I was gon' reply on my time, bitch, are you dumb?
Told you don't you ever mention my kids, bitch
You just didn't beat me
Audio Assistant : Gabriel Pitaro
Supervisor : Darrale Jones/Jonathan “Brooklyn Johnny” Descartes
Recording : Evan LaRay
Mastering Engineer : Colin Leonard
Vocals : Cardi B
Mixing Engineer : Leslie Brathwaite