Ayy, yo Look like I'm goin' for a swim Dunked on 'em, now I'm swingin' off the rim Bitch ain't comin' off the bench While I'm comin' off the court fully drenched Here go some haterade, get your thirst quenched Style'd on 'em in this Burberry trench These birds copy every word, every inch But gang-gang got the hammer and the wrench (brrt) I pull up in that quarter milli' off the lot Oh, now she tryna be friends like I forgot Show off my diamonds like I'm signed by the Roc Ain't pushin' out his babies 'til he buy the rock Ayy, yo, I been on, bitch, you been corn Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on I mean I been Storm, X-Men been formed He keep on dialin' Nicki, like the Prince song I-I-I been on, bitch, you been corn Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on Ayy, yo, I been North, Laura been Croft Plates say Chun-Li, drop the Benz off, uh Oh, I get it They paintin' me out to be the bad guy Well, it's the last time you're gonna see a bad guy do the rap game like me I went and copped the chopsticks Put it in my bun just to pop shit I'm always in the top shit Box seats, bitch, fuck the gossip How many of them could've did it with finesse? Now everybody like, "She really is the best" You play checkers, couldn't beat me playin' chess Now I'm about to turn around and beat my chest Bitch, it's King Kong, yes, it's King Kong Bitch, it's King Kong, this is Kin' Kong Chinese ink on, Siamese links on Call me 2 Chainz, name go ding-dong Bitch, it's King Kong, yes, I'm King Kong This is King Kong? Yes, Miss King Kong In my kingdom with my Timbs on (How many championships?) What? Six rings on They need rappers like me They need rappers like me So they can get on their fuckin' keyboards and make me, the bad guy Chun-li Ayy, yo, I been on, bitch, you been corn Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on I mean I been Storm, X-Men been formed He keep on dialin' Nicki, like the Prince song I-i-i been on, bitch, you been corn Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on Ayy, yo, I been North, Laura been Croft Plates say 'Chun-Li' drop the Benz off, uh I come alive, I, I'm always sky high Designer thigh highs It's my lifestyle I come alive, I, I'm always sky high Designer thigh highs It's my lifestyle I need a Mai Tai, so fuckin' sci-fi Give me the password, to the fuckin' WiFi

The best part about this beat is 1:18

Ayo … Look like I'm goin' for a swim Dunked on 'em, now I'm swingin' off the rim Bitch ain't comin' off the bench While I'm comin' off the court fully drenched Here go some haterade, get ya thirst quenched Styled on 'em in this Burberry trench These birds copy every word, every inch But gang gang got the hammer and the wrench … I pull up in that quarter milli' off the lot Oh, now she tryna be friends like I forgot Show off my diamonds like I'm signed by the Roc (by the rock) Ain't pushin' out his babies till he buy the rock … Ayo, I been on Bitch, you been corn Bentley tints on Fendi prints on I mean I been Storm X-Men been formed He keep on dialin' Nicki like the Prince song … I been on Bitch, you been corn Bentley tints on Fendi prints on Ayo, I been north Lara been Croft Plates say Chun-Li Drop the Benz off … Oh, I get it, huh They paintin' me out to be the bad guy Well, it's the last time you gonna see a bad guy do the rap game like me … I went and copped the chopsticks Put it in my bun just to pop shit I'm always in the top shit Box seats, bitch, fuck the gossip How many of them coulda did it with finesse? Now everybody like: She really is the best You play checkers couldn't beat me playin' chess Now I'm about to turn around and beat my chest … Bitch, it's King Kong Yes, it's King Kong Bitch, it's King Kong This is King Kong Chinese ink on, Siamese links on Call me 2 Chainz, name go ding dong … Bitch, it's King Kong Yes, I'm King Kong This is King Kong? Yes, Miss King Kong In my kingdom wit' my Timbs on (How many championships?) What? Six rings on … They need rappers like me They need rappers like me So they can get on their fuckin' keyboards And make me the bad guy, Chun-Li … Ayo, I been on Bitch, you been corn Bentley tints on Fendi prints on I mean I been Storm X-Men been formed He keep on dialin' Nicki like the Prince song … I been on Bitch, you been corn Bentley tints on Fendi prints on Ayo, I been north Lara been Croft Plates say Chun-Li Drop the Benz off … I come alive, I I'm always sky high Designer thigh highs It's my lifestyle … I come alive, I I'm always sky high Designer thigh highs It's my lifestyle … I need a Mai Tai So fuckin' Sci-Fi Give me the password to the fuckin' Wi-Fi

It's Cardi Ayy Said I'm the shit, couldn't fuck with me if they wanted to I don't gotta dance Said little bitch, you can't fuck with me If you wanted to These expensive, these is red bottoms These is bloody shoes Hit the store, I can get 'em both I don't wanna choose And I'm quick, cut a nigga off So don't get comfortable Look, I don't dance now I make money moves (ayy, ayy) Say I don't gotta dance I make money move If I see you and I don't speak That means I don't fuck with you I'm a boss, you a worker, bitch I make bloody moves Now she says she gon' do what to who? Let's find out and see, Cardi B You know where I'm at You know where I be You in the club just to party I'm there, I get paid a fee I be in and out them banks so much I know they're tired of me Honestly, don't give a fuck 'Bout who ain't fond of me Dropped two mixtapes in six months What bitch working as hard as me? I don't bother with these hoes Don't let these hoes bother me They see pictures, they say, "Goals" Bitch, I'm who they tryna be Look, I might just chill in some Bape I might just chill with your boo I might just feel on your babe My pussy feel like a lake He wanna swim with his face I'm like, "Okay" I'll let him do what he want He buy me Yves Saint Laurent And the new whip When I go fast as a horse I got the trunk in the front I'm the hottest in the street Know you prolly heard of me Got a bag and fixed my teeth Hope you hoes know it ain't cheap And I pay my mama bills I ain't got no time to chill Think these hoes be mad at me Their baby father run a bill Said little bitch, you can't fuck with me If you wanted to These expensive, these is red bottoms These is bloody shoes Hit the store, I can get 'em both I don't wanna choose And I'm quick, cut a nigga off So don't get comfortable Look, I don't dance now I make money moves (ayy, ayy) Say I don't gotta dance I make money move If I see you and I don't speak That means I don't fuck with you I'm a boss, you a worker, bitch I make bloody moves If you a pussy you get popped You a goofy, you a opp Don't you come around my way You can't hang around my block And I just checked my accounts Turns out, I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich I put my hand above my hip I bet, you dip, he dip, she dip I say, I get the money and go This shit is hot like a stove My pussy glitter as gold Tell that lil' bitch play her role I just arrove in a Rolls I just came up in a Wraith I need to fill up the tank No, I need to fill up the safe I need to let all these hoes know That none of they niggas is safe I go to dinner and steak Only the real can relate I used to live in the P's Now it's a crib with a Gate Rollie got charms, look like Frosted Flakes Had to let these bitches know Just in case these hoes forgot I just run and check the mail Another check from Mona Scott Said little bitch, you can't fuck with me If you wanted to These expensive, these is red bottoms These is bloody shoes Hit the store, I can get 'em both I don't wanna choose And I'm quick, cut a nigga off Don't get comfortable Look, I don't dance now I make money moves (ayy, ayy) Say I don't gotta dance I make money move If I see you and I don't speak That means I don't fuck with you I'm a boss, you a worker bitch I make bloody moves (bloody moves)

(Fan made verse btw) (Verse) Yeah, stepping up, no hesitation, no delay, Every move I make, yeah, you know I'm here to play. From the bottom to the top, I'm climbing every day, Eyes on the prize, ain't nothing in my way.They doubted me before, now they're feeling the heat, Breaking barriers down, rising from the street. With every step I take, writing my own beat, Cardi's lessons in my mind, paving my own street.Hustle in my blood, ambition in my soul, Grind on lock, in control. From streets to the stage, I'm on a roll, Turning dreams to reality, that's the goal.King of my domain, ruling with finesse, Crown on tight, never settle for less. Walking with confidence, never second guess, In this game of life, striving to impress. Watch me rise, shining like gold, Unstoppable, a story to be told. With Cardi's spirit, bold, In a world of diamonds, this king unfolds. Trash🗑️or gas🔥?

Mama, I will drop some off when I get up early in the morning

*MAD FAYAH BEAT! BASSLINES AND KICKS ARE KILLIN!!!* 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Timeless music

🔊🔊🔊

(1st Verse 0:00) I park my rocket on your planet just to hop out that b**** and come straight for your neck You got on all those tight clothes revealing, I do not know why, should of wore you a vest I never bust one shot, when I aim it's a mess And that sh*t going straight for you chest I do not care what is on, I admit If I come through, I'm strapped so it's okay to flex I'm smacking these b****es and still ain't get checked I thought you was gang? You was lying I guess I got enough issues, I'm trying my best If you press the right button, you dying I bet I ain't trynna get booked I don't do this for looks I really fight n****s, I'm really a crook Try me, get take back & get shooked I'm the chef, you a cook Play your roll, you're a rook-rook-rookie To me But d*** I'm like veteran Look at the mess you in They trynna kick me out like a Mexican But you late n****, you already let me in You keep saying you that n****, why you stress me then? This is Commerce, Leonis Street, ain't no problem when I got some bored ass goons and I'm texting them Like text Rex and tell him bring a Tech with them The moment you realize you f***ed up, it's too late, your spine felt that led & your head hit the floor We just had to prove a point cuz they said they was hood but we know where snore This s*** right here gonna wake a b**** up & shake the b**** to his core You keep popping all that cute s*** that dumb s****, it's okay but me? I like blood I like gore. (2nd Verse 1:16) I don't want the money, I'm the Joker I'm taking y'all s**** just to light it on fire I'm a pyro standing in the woods, watch the flames go higher-higher-higher He keep looking at me asking "watcho want? Another blunt?" I'm like hell yeah- hell yeah- hell yeah He say he ain't got no more so I'm pointing out the door, boy you fired-fired-fired I ain't give a s***, I'm a taker I'll hide your body under the floor I'm a quaker You a mouth fungus, send you back to your maker See my knife is a thot and she's a real heartbreaker Y'all n****s worried about all the wrong s*** You worried about a b****, better worry about your grip You don't risk your life, you don't even raise your kid So I don't feel bad but you don't deserve to live. Look. I come through like Kung Fu & chop with a Choppa You need reinforcements if you claim you a stoppa A stone on your Doppler, it might be a flood Talk about bars, you might leak some blood Try to clean this up, you might need some gloves Catch me wit a bad b****, she might be the plug You need you some drugs? N**** that what we does You do this for clout, we just do this because.. Grew up wit no love, I take it out on your face They won't have a witness, they won't have a case Catch me a feen, let his shit go for an eighth Like hair, we burn b****es to see if they fake As soon as you get through the door, spray out the place As soon as they hit the floor go for the safe As soon as they hit the floor go for the safe! AS SOON AS THEY HIT THE FLOOR GO FOR THE SAFE!!

@KSTARBMI6825

2024 and still hard

I really love that!

Bodak yellow remix~r Hollon, it’s like damn when I be spitttin on beats I make these bitches scare out of they feet UNO I rap and it be bringing heat So why play wit me like I’ll kill it for free Y’all bitches swear y’all the richest in streets But asking me what Is the cheapest no fees How u gone put up a front for the peeps Hope u know Im bringing energy On soul Like how u talking bout me for the free I swear I be payed and I sleep in white sheets How u be mad cause I’m prayin I land Where I’m at now don’t compare to the future Uno she down so I need to go boost her When I get rich imma be in my cruiser When I get rich imma be in my cruiser Like damn bitch how u is fuckin wit me But the same day u fuckin wit niggas ion like It’s crazy I’m not gone act like I’m hating But damn bitch u moving so shady When I see u u be acting fugazy Just say u don’t like me so I don’t have to stay here When I get money uno I’m share Still buy on temu I’m rocking these flares Imma keep let y’all talk Cause uno bitches pressed I be on my zoom Everytime I drop bitches be on the move Tryna tear me down but i stay on the tube Dropping and dropping When y’all hoes cap flocking Everywhere I go a new hater start spawning But imma ignore cause I swear I be scoring Don’t need nobody to tell me my goals I got my life planned out on the bros Don’t tell nobody cause evil eyes all Everywhere gotta make sure I know Pray before I go cause Ik yall some demons Be praying I fall but Ik imma make it Dwell in silence this ain’t bout bitches Uno they gone hate so take ‘em out the picture it’s like damn when I be spitttin on beats I make these bitches scare out of they feet UNO I rap and it be bringing heat So why play wit me like I’ll kill it for free Y’all bitches swear y’all the richest in streets But asking me what Is the cheapest no fees How u gone put up a front for the peeps Hope u know Im bringing energy On soul Like how u talking bout me for the free I swear I be payed and I sleep in white sheets How u be mad cause I’m prayin I land Where I’m at now don’t compare to the future Uno she down so I need to go boost her When I get rich imma be in my cruiser When I get rich imma be in my cruiser

Look I ain't your motherfuckin' daddy Quit comin' to me cryin' 'cause you're actin' mad at me Yeah I know I'm in the top but I ain't the damn president I make my own songs at my own damn residence I don't owe you shit but I'm shittin' on y'all Got a bigger fan base and way bigger balls Redneck from the roots y'all bought it at the mall That's why everybody on such a weak ass bar Yeah, I'm even good on a bad day Every country rapper lookin' at me so sideways Bitch I shot call and I'm havin' it my way I've been goin' hard since I had a fuckin' MySpace Been goin' hard since you didn't know my face Been goin' hard now I'm bumpin' out of Chevrolet's Yeah in every single itty bitty city In itty bitty Tennessee and your Cali-fuckin'-forn-i-a Dog I'm invincible Schoolin' all y'all like I'm y'all's principal And I laugh when I'm high because it's simple to It's like a really big bark from a poodle dude Yeah ruff ruff ruff on a Facebook status Y'all be talkin' 'bout trucks but you drive a Dodge Stratus How does it feel to be owned by a chronic asthmatic With a tongue so lethal it's a semi-automatic Yeah, I Danny Glover the glove box Behind my seat got a 12 gauge full of buckshots And no it ain't a clip my truck is just my toy box You know I get wild when I sip that Ciroc I'm Irish dog whatcha expect I got a temper like a devil in flesh If you pressin' my buttons then you can get wrecked And I'll make it look staged like a damn accident Yeah motherfucker go crash and burn It's my turn, sit back in the class and learn Before I put your career into a cheap ass urn And toss you in the muddy river where the catfish swarm I wanna play nice but don't speak on my name I wanna play nice and I wanna act sane But I'm feelin' kinda psycho from the shit they say And I wanna make sure that their songs don't play Motherfucker when you threaten me you better bring an army You'll be on the internet like a god damn Barbie Typin' all about you and your big sob story But I have no heart 'cause I don't feel sorry Don't you ever come over here pokin' on my chest I can R I P your fuckin' iTunes sales I'm the Don Juan with the big dick in the thick sticks I got felons on my payroll I don't have to know shit And this is the last thing I'll say in this song I don't want no beef I can be friends with y'all But if you want war you know I go so atomic Everything y'all done I go way beyond it Honestly I hope Santa brings you Hooked on Phonics You can make rap songs like the church man partna' So back the fuck up or get evaporated I just flipped the beat and ejaculated in that statement They should make a statue of me put it on some fuckin' pavement Yeah I made the lane better I ain't claimin' to be the paver Before you go against me you gotta sign a fuckin' waiver I could smash your whole name like some home grown taters Vroom vroom with the pen so I guess I'll see you later Shout out to my fans middle fingers to the haters Yeah I ain't your fuckin' maid to wait around to get catered I'm on my superstar shit like I'm Luke Bryan playa' (Yeah) Flo Milli 'Never Lose Me' (Live Performance) | Genius... [Outro] If you mind your own business and do your own thing and avoid distractions, you'll be successful as fuck. But a lot of people don't know how to do that. They got to attach to other motherfuckers to talk shit about 'em to get famous. Not me motherfucka' Lil' bitch you couldn't fuck with me if you wanted too These expensive These is RedHead's These is workin' boots Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha You might also like Holler Boys Upchurch Lose Yourself Eminem Mockingbird Eminem 1 Embed About Have the inside scoop on this song? Sign up and drop some knowledge Start the song bio Q&A Find answers to frequently asked questions about the song and explore its deeper meaning Ask a question When did Upchurch release “Bodak Yellow (Remix)”? Who wrote “Bodak Yellow (Remix)” by Upchurch? 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My bro loved this song before he died

He is my favorite singer❤❤❤❤ shout out to him.🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉.😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊.

I've been working on a male version of this. "Said little prick, you can't fuck with me if you wanted to..."

Mac Lethal Is amazing one of a kind freestyle abilities

Overview Lyrics Videos Listen Other recordings Artists Main Results It's Cardi Ayy Said I'm the shit, couldn't fuck with me if they wanted to I don't gotta dance Said little bitch, you can't fuck with me If you wanted to These expensive, these is red bottoms These is bloody shoes Hit the store, I can get 'em both I don't wanna choose And I'm quick, cut a nigga off So don't get comfortable Look, I don't dance now I make money moves (ayy, ayy) Say I don't gotta dance I make money move If I see you and I don't speak That means I don't fuck with you I'm a boss, you a worker, bitch I make bloody moves Now she says she gon' do what to who? Let's find out and see, Cardi B You know where I'm at You know where I be You in the club just to party I'm there, I get paid a fee I be in and out them banks so much I know they're tired of me Honestly, don't give a fuck 'Bout who ain't fond of me Dropped two mixtapes in six months What bitch working as hard as me? I don't bother with these hoes Don't let these hoes bother me They see pictures, they say, "Goals" Bitch, I'm who they tryna be Look, I might just chill in some Bape I might just chill with your boo I might just feel on your babe My pussy feel like a lake He wanna swim with his face I'm like, "Okay" I'll let him do what he want He buy me Yves Saint Laurent And the new whip When I go fast as a horse I got the trunk in the front I'm the hottest in the street Know you prolly heard of me Got a bag and fixed my teeth Hope you hoes know it ain't cheap And I pay my mama bills I ain't got no time to chill Think these hoes be mad at me Their baby father run a bill Said little bitch, you can't fuck with me If you wanted to These expensive, these is red bottoms These is bloody shoes Hit the store, I can get 'em both I don't wanna choose And I'm quick, cut a nigga off So don't get comfortable Look, I don't dance now I make money moves (ayy, ayy) Say I don't gotta dance I make money move If I see you and I don't speak That means I don't fuck with you I'm a boss, you a worker, bitch I make bloody moves If you a pussy you get popped You a goofy, you a opp Don't you come around my way You can't hang around my block And I just checked my accounts Turns out, I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich I put my hand above my hip I bet, you dip, he dip, she dip I say, I get the money and go This shit is hot like a stove My pussy glitter as gold Tell that lil' bitch play her role I just arrove in a Rolls I just came up in a Wraith I need to fill up the tank No, I need to fill up the safe I need to let all these hoes know That none of they niggas is safe I go to dinner and steak Only the real can relate I used to live in the P's Now it's a crib with a Gate Rollie got charms, look like Frosted Flakes Had to let these bitches know Just in case these hoes forgot I just run and check the mail Another check from Mona Scott Said little bitch, you can't fuck with me If you wanted to These expensive, these is red bottoms These is bloody shoes Hit the store, I can get 'em both I don't wanna choose And I'm quick, cut a nigga off Don't get comfortable Look, I don't dance now I make money moves (ayy, ayy) Say I don't gotta dance I make money move If I see you and I don't speak That means I don't fuck with you I'm a boss, you a worker bitch I make bloody mov

The craziest part about this song is that the lyrics are absolute garbage but the beat is such a monster

This is insane!!!

❤ love this song instrumental 🎼🎶 slappin hard ASF 😎 😶‍🌫️💪🏻✊🏻👊🏻🤟🏻

Ayy, yo Look like I'm goin' for a swim Dunked on 'em, now I'm swingin' off the rim Bitch ain't comin' off the bench While I'm comin' off the court fully drenched Here go some haterade, get your thirst quenched Style'd on 'em in this Burberry trench These birds copy every word, every inch But gang-gang got the hammer and the wrench (brrt) I pull up in that quarter milli' off the lot Oh, now she tryna be friends like I forgot Show off my diamonds like I'm signed by the Roc Ain't pushin' out his babies 'til he buy the rock Ayy, yo, I been on, bitch, you been corn Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on I mean I been Storm, X-Men been formed He keep on dialin' Nicki, like the Prince song I-I-I been on, bitch, you been corn Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on Ayy, yo, I been North, Laura been Croft Plates say Chun-Li, drop the Benz off, uh Oh, I get it They paintin' me out to be the bad guy Well, it's the last time you're gonna see a bad guy do the rap game like me I went and copped the chopsticks Put it in my bun just to pop shit I'm always in the top shit Box seats, bitch, fuck the gossip How many of them could've did it with finesse? Now everybody like, "She really is the best" You play checkers, couldn't beat me playin' chess Now I'm about to turn around and beat my chest Bitch, it's King Kong, yes, it's King Kong Bitch, it's King Kong, this is Kin' Kong Chinese ink on, Siamese links on Call me 2 Chainz, name go ding-dong Bitch, it's King Kong, yes, I'm King Kong This is King Kong? Yes, Miss King Kong In my kingdom with my Timbs on (How many championships?) What? Six rings on They need rappers like me They need rappers like me So they can get on their fuckin' keyboards and make me, the bad guy Chun-li Ayy, yo, I been on, bitch, you been corn Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on I mean I been Storm, X-Men been formed He keep on dialin' Nicki, like the Prince song I-i-i been on, bitch, you been corn Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on Ayy, yo, I been North, Laura been Croft Plates say 'Chun-Li' drop the Benz off, uh I come alive, I, I'm always sky high Designer thigh highs It's my lifestyle I come alive, I, I'm always sky high Designer thigh highs It's my lifestyle I need a Mai Tai, so fuckin' sci-fi Give me the password, to the fuckin' WiFi

Cardi…. Cardi is female Gucci for me. I could never tell you why I love the music, but I do!

Hi cardi b we love you! Cuzz it's like that ❤.

this still hits different

2023 and I still find this beat one of the hardest of all time

From 1:31 to 1:51 my fave

Beat one out there

i love it

This is great because I’m making a rap and dance for my graduation and this is perfect for my rap

BAD ASS

Respect to Eminem ...but ohh God Kimi is legendary lovely

Jayla been a problem 🔥🔥🔥

Eminem The Best +kimi +me

won both

Guys No hate but Eminem won 1st Of all : She Mess Up The rap a little bit 2nd of all : She Breath (i know Breathing mean nothing but Bruh Doing a rap without breathing’s is God man)

FIRE!!!!

Add me

original always wins

Both WON!

The girl is better Like if you agreed 👍 😉 👌 😏 😌 🙂 👍 😉 👌 😏 😌 🙂 👍 😉 👌 😏 😌 🙂 👍 😉 👌 😏 😌 🙂 👍 😉 👌 😏 😌 🙂 👍 😉 👌 😏 😌 🙂 👍

I can rap faster than both of

Eminem wins

This is the best beat remake

Eminem won, but Kimi can be better if she practices till she’s 40.

Both Won

She's really good