Get Up 10 – Cardi B – letras

Look, they gave a bitch two options: strippin’ or loseUsed to dance in a club right across from my schoolI said « dance » not « fuck », don’t get it confusedHad to set the record straight’cause bitches love to assumeMama couldn’t give it to me, had to get at Sue’sLord only knows how I got in them shoesI was covered in dollars, now I’m drippin’ in jewelsA bitch play with my money? Might as well spit in my foodBitches hated my guts, now they swear we was coolWent from makin’ tuna sandwiches to makin’ the newsI started speakin’ my mind and tripled my viewsReal bitch, only thing fake is the boobsGet money, go hard, you’re mothafuckin’ rightNever been no fraud in my mothafuckin’ lifeGet money, go hard, damn fuckin’ rightStunt on these bitches out of mothafuckin’ spiteAin’t no runnin’ up on me, went from nothin’ to gloryI ain’t tellin’ ya to do it, I’m just tellin’ my storyI don’t hang with these bitches’cause these bitches be cornyAnd I got enough bras, ya ain’t gotta support meI went from rag to riches, went from Wic to lit, niggaOnly person in my fam to see six figuresThe pressure on your shoulders feel like bouldersWhen you gotta make sure that everybody straightBitches stab you in your backwhile they smilin’ in your faceTalking crazy on your name, trying not to catch a caseI waited my whole life just to shit on niggasClimbed to the top floor so I can spit on niggasSaid « I was just tryna chill and make bangers » (bangers)Tell all these old bitches they in danger (stop)The thing on my hip whip bitches into shape (brrt)That’s what I call a fuckin’ waist trainerYou gon’ run up on who and do what? (who?)I think y’all got your story screwed up (yeah)I came here to ball, is you nuts?I don’t want your punk-ass man, I’m too tough (facts)I’m the one that’s killin’ shit, hands down (hands down)If you got a problem with me, say it now (say it)’Cause I don’t wanna hear no sneak dissin’ (huh?)’Specially not from one you weak bitchesI’m on go like I don’t see no stop lights (skrrt)I’m steppin’ out every day, prom night (facts)So if it’s all love, show me love then (huh?)’Cause you hatin’ on a bitch, that’s what it sounds likeBeast mode, that’s how I give it up, niggaHoodie low, that’s how I’m pullin’ upJust ’cause I been on the roaddon’t mean I been on the runAnd you gon’ have to learn to hold your tongueor hold the gun (brrt, woo)And we all know you ain’t that type (no)I smack you and the bitch that you act like (yeah)I started gettin’ money, bitches upset (cash)They remind me of my pussy, bitches mad tightNails done, hair lit, keep them both laced (laced)Come through shinin’ with a Rollie bust face (shine)Headshot, headshot, tell ’em closed caseAin’t no bitches spittin’ like this since ’08I don’t trust no nigga, I don’t fear no bitch (fear no bitch)Whole life been through some fucked up shit (fucked up)They say I’m too that, oh, I’m too thisWhen you seen what I’ve seen, you end up like this (woo)I walked into the label, « where the check at? « (where the check?)Cardi B on the charts, ain’t expect thatWhere that bitch that was claimin’ she a threat? (where?)I’ma put a Louboutin where her neck atThey say, I’m too ratchet, they say, I act wild(I act wild, wild)I’m tryna whip the foreign like a bad ass child(bad ass child, skrrt)They caught me slippin’ once, tell ’em try that now(try that now)Cardi B, know it’s meHear that « blap » sound (Blap!)Man, I said we gon’ winKnock me down nine times, but I get up tenLook myself in the mirror, I say we gon’ winKnock me down nine times, but I get up tenLook myself in the mirror, I say we gon’ winKnock me down nine times, but I get up tenYeah, but I get up tenKnock me down nine times, but I get up tenBitch (woo)I’ma make a fuck nigga feel me (yeah)Said I’ma do a broke bitch filthy (ah)I’ma make a fuck nigga feel me (grr)I’ma do a broke bitch filthy (grr)We gon’ winKnock me down nine times, but I get up ten (woo)Yeah, I said we gon’ winKnock me down nine times, but I get up tenBitch!