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[Intro: Pardison Fontaine & Cardi B]
Ahhh
Cardi!
Turn around, fuck it all the way up
Bust it down, turn around, fuck it all the way up
Bust it down, turn around, fuck it—look

[Verse 1: Pardison Fontaine]
Let’s get it straight, girl, you don’t need a nigga for nothin’
Lookin’ better every day, you got that Benjamin Button
Claimin’ he don’t got a girl, you know niggas be frontin’
You don’t need no bitch comin’ up to you as a woman (ayy)
And you a boss, so you hate when niggas waste time (ayy)
You too pretty to be paused on the FaceTime (ayy)
Damn, I’m just statin’ the facts
You hate that like you hate when niggas tell you, “Relax”
What the fuck you mean, “Relax”?
You want somethin’ more than just physical (word)
It’s been a while since you met someone original (word)
You spend your time drinkin’ wine in your livin’ room
All that good pussy, can’t find the one to give it to (what?)
Issa, issa shame (issa shame)
You see me, see the squad, issa gang (issa gang)
You see him, issa bum, issa lame (issa lame)
But issa difference ‘tween me and what’s-his-name (ayy)
I swear to God, word to Mase (ayy)
I’ma drink this Henny to the face (ayy)
Fuck a condom, I’ma bring saran wrap
I can’t let no good pussy go to waste (ayy)

[Chorus: Pardison Fontaine & Cardi B]
Back, back-backin’ it up
I’m the king of talkin’ shit, then backin’ it up (ayy)
Back, back-backin’ it up
Throw that shit over here, girl, that’s what it’s for (what you say?)
You know how to go and get a bag, don’t you? (Ayy)
You know how to make a bitch mad, don’t you (Ayy)
Make your ex wanna get it back, that’s a fact
Say it louder for the bitches in the back (Ayy)
I know to go and get a bag, don’t I (don’t I)
I know how to make a bitch mad, don’t I (yeah)
Make my ex wanna get it back, that’s a fact
Say it louder for the bitches in the back (ayy)
Back, back-backin’ it up
I’m the queen of talkin’ shit, then I’m backin’ it up (yeah)
Back, back-backin’ it up
Throw that money over here, nigga, that’s what it’s for (what you say?)

[Verse 2: Cardi B]
Look, said I was gettin’ some head, get-gettin’ some head
Ran down on a bitch, she almost pissed on her leg
Bitches think they fuckin’ with me, must be sick in the head
Why don’t you chill with the beef and get some chicken instead?
Got the crown, shut it down, have them hype up in the 6
If she dead, let her lay won’t bring no life into this bitch
Lookin’ this good should be a sin, you should call me cinnamon
Cardi B, bad bitch, those is fuckin’ synonyms
We see who winnin’ (see who winnin’), we see who got it (see who got it)
You see I’m still in the bank makin’ deposits (cash)
You see who switched up sides and who was solid (who was solid)
You see who stuck to the code and who forgot it
Talk about it, bitch

[Chorus: Pardison Fontaine & Cardi B]
You know how to go and get a bag, don’t you? (Ayy)
You know how to make a bitch mad, don’t you (Ayy)
Make your ex wanna get it back, that’s a fact
Say it louder for the bitches in the back (Ayy)
I know to go and get a bag, don’t I (don’t I)
I know how to make a bitch mad, don’t I (yeah)
Make my ex wanna get it back, that’s a fact
Say it louder for the bitches in the back (ayy)
Back, back-backin’ it up
I’m the king of talkin’ shit, then backin’ it up (ayy)
Back, back-backin’ it up
Throw that shit over here, girl, that’s what it’s for (what you say?)

[Intro: French Montana, Mountain & Kodak Black]
Ooh
Yeah, louder
Hey, hey
I’m in London, got my beat from London

[Chorus: French Montana]
Iced out (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)
Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears)
Hoppin’ out the jet, Lears (Lear)
Bad bitches gettin’ wet, here
Yeah, don’t call me ’til the checks clear (clear)

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Louder
Fuck they talkin’ about? Fast talk, runnin’ laps
I’m not playin’ that shit
French Vanilla, sippin’ on, Lear jets pickin’ up
Hong Kong, Morocco, I’m here
No stylist
And I ain’t playin’ with these bitches, they childish (haan)
Yeah, look around, they quiet
She said I ain’t got no heart, bitch, find it

[Chorus: French Montana]
Iced out (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)
Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears)
Hoppin’ out the jet, Lears (Lear)
Bad bitches gettin’ wet, here
Yeah, don’t call me ’til the checks clear (clear)

[Verse 2: Drake & French Montana]
(Louder)
I got the game in a squeeze
Who disagree? I wanna see one of y’all run up a B
Yeah, two open seats, we flyin’ at seven and packed for the beach
Yeah, keepin’ it G, I told her “don’t wear no 350s ’round me”
Iced out, no stylist
No Chanel, Nike track, doin’ road with some waps
And that’s Capo in the back, and that’s swole in the back
Don’t need Gucci on my back, TV Gucci got my back
Don’t know where y’all niggas at, I’ve been here, I’ve been back
In Delilah’s, word to Zack, I need action, that’s a fact

[Chorus: French Montana]
Iced out, no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle, no stylist
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)
Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears)
Hoppin’ out the jet, Lears (Lear)
Bad bitches gettin’ wet, here
Yeah, don’t call me ’til the checks clear (clear)
Iced out, no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle, no stylist (stylist)
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)

[Outro: French Montana]
No stylist
No stylist

1, 2, 3

All day permanent red
The glaze on my eyes
When I heard your voice
The distance caught me by surprise again

And I know you claim
That you’re alright
But fix your eyes on me
I guess I’m all you have
And I swear you’ll see the dawn again

Well I know I had it all on the line
But don’t just sit with folded hands and become blind
Cos even when there is no star in sight
You’ll always be my only guiding light

Relate to my youth
Well I’m still in awe of you
Discover some new truth
That was always wrapped around you

But don’t just slip away
In the night
Don’t just hurl
Your words from on high

Well I know I had it all on the line
But don’t just sit with folded hands and become blind
Cos even when there is no star in sight
You’ll always be my only guiding light

If we come back and we’re broken
Unworthy and ashamed
Give us something to believe in
And you know we’ll go your way

Cos I know I had it all on the line
But don’t just sit with folded hands and become blind
Cos even when there is no star in sight
You’ll always be my only guiding light

And I know I had it all on the line
But don’t just sit with folded hands and become blind
Cos even when there is no star in sight
You’ll always be my only guiding light

Baby, [?]
Can’t you see?
That I’m so in love
So in love
I’m so in love
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

Since you came to me
Set me free
I’ve been so in love
So in love
I’m so in love
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

Step by step
Just one of a million
We took to get hit (?), woah
Step by step
One of a million
And a million left, woah
Step by step
I gotta keep moving
Towards the sunset, oh
Step by step
Come on let’s do this
Hold my end til the end

(Hook)
Step by step
Step by step
Step by step
Hold my end til the end, woah

Baby, [?]
Can’t you see?
That I’m so in love
So in love
I’m so in love
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

And til the end of time
You are mine
’cause we’re so in love
So in love
So in love
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

Step by step
Just one of a million
We took to get hit (?), woah
Step by step
One of a million
And a million left, woah
Step by step
I gotta keep moving
Towards the sunset, oh
Step by step
Come on let’s do this
Hold my end til the end

(Hook)
Step by step
Step by step
Step by step
Hold my end til the end

(Bridge)
Stay with me now
’cause ups and downs
Won’t scare me away

[Chorus]
Ahh, Just realized that I
I know the feelings away, uh
I will sell out my shit some more, ah
But I feel like a MAD MAN!
But I feel like a MAD MAN!
But I feel like a MAD MAN!
But I feel like a MAD MAN!

[Verse 1]
Aye, used to tear me down, used to make love
Used to try me out when we did stuff
And you ratted me out when he came home
Uh, I won’t fall like that no no

I won’t fall like the others!
I won’t fall like the others!

[Verse 2]
I-I- I put my head to the bag
I’m bout my cheddar and green, okay
Everyone fucks with me now, yuh
I put my heart on my sleeve, okay
That bitch was keeping me down, yuh
I had to get up and leave, okay
I’m not changing myself for the love of a freak
Not that cynical, but it still hurts when i breathe

Focused I might let go
Fuck it I’ll go mental
I get what I ask for
I’m the one they bow for
Focused I might let go
Fuck it, I’ll go mental
I get what I ask for
I’m the one they bow for
Who decides when we live or die, this is not our time
Who decides when it’s not alright, living out our life
Who decides when we live or die, this is not our time
Who decides when it’s not alright, living out our life

[Chorus]
Ahh, Just realized that I
I know the feelings away, uh
I will sell my shit out some more, ah
But I feel like a MAD MAN!
But I feel like a MAD MAN!
But I feel like a MAD MAN!
But I feel like a MAD MAN!