Bronx Season – Cardi B – letras

Oh, how you doin’?I’m alrightNow how much times doI gotta prove these niggas wrong?And how much times I gotta show these bitchesI ain’t soft?How many shows I gotta sell out ‘fore you get the cost?Why they really tryna front like I ain’t hit the charts?All these labels, throwin’ deals from left to rightBut I ain’t givin’ in until they get them numbers rightAll these people think that this shit happen overnightAll that flexin’ they be doin’, shit is all a hypeNo tolerance for a hatin’ bitch talkin’ shitOnly time I hold my tongue is when I’m suckin’ dickSo when I see you in the streets, yeah, it’s fuckin’ litAnd don’t be talkin’ all that sorry shit, don’t flip the scriptI see the lights, I hear the hype, I hit the micI kill the show, I get my dough, I catch a flightI see a hater, I’m runnin’ down, it’s on sightI throw my hands, I hit em’ left, I hit em’ rightThey sleepin’ on me just because I used to stripBut it’s all good ’cause now they wanna get up in my VipBlowin’ up my phone, sayin’ everythin’ I touch is litActin’ cool and wanna fuck melike they wasn’t talkin’ shit, woahI let ’em live, let the shady motherfuckers liveGet them the price then it’s time to show them what it isDon’t got the bat? Well then what you really tryna pitch?Don’t waste my time, I ain’t never been no average bitchNot to mention, I did my tour and that shit was winnin’Independent, the headline, award of feelin’I thank the Lord for all the blessings that he is givenI love the fans, they fill me up with their ammunitionI don’t really talk shit but now I gotta off thisI don’t know why bitches think we work in the same officeCorny bitches tryna keep up? Look exhaustedWave the white flag, girl, you might as well just forfeitMy ex told me I was never gon’ be shitLookie, lookie now, lookie now, nigga I’m that bitchWhat you thought?Yeah, you really lost, now you kinda sickBut I ain’t never need a niggaI was always on my shit, yeahI used to stare at magazines on the trainLookin’ at these models like, « I gotta be this one day »Fuck around, got myself a name, now I’m gettin’ paidLeft the corny bitches in the graveSo they throwin’ shade