Stripper Hoe

I'm your...

Yo, I'm Cardi B with the wicked flow
Ask them, I keep them niggas on their tippy toes
Nick-nack-paddy-wack, give a dog a bone
Got him running home, fuck him good, get that money flow
Pussy got him going places he would never go
Pussy got him cooking, now he wanna clean the stove
Pussy got him fucked up, I think he overdosed
But I ain't Travis Scott, I ain't got no antidote
Antidote, antidote

I think I like that
I think I like that
I think I like that
I think I like that

Yo, some people know me as a stripper hoe
But stripper hoes get the money and blow digits though
A lot of bitches talking down on me like I'm a joke
Talk shit, I'll fuck your man, send him back hella broke
I'm laughing, but I really mean it though
I'm on another level like I'm playing Mario
These bitches can't see me, even with a telescope
Every day I'm shitting on 'em, I don't flush the toilet bowl
Ew! Cause I be working and working
All these heads I be turning, they on my body like surgeons
I think they see my conversion
That's why they be lurking, but their feelings be hurting
Or remember when I wanna dance at certain clubs
And they told me, "No, no, that's a dub"
Now they the same niggas blowing up my phone
Wanting me to host, oh word? That's a dub
Bands

I think I like that
(I know, I know they're mad now)
I think I like that
I think I like that
(Hurting my feelings)
I think I like that

When I come up in the building I initiate
I'm the reason why the fuckers gotta renovate
I'm eating good and they mad they can't get a plate
Never thought we'd be getting booked in different states
Before the century they didn't even look this way
Now they wanna eat my ass like a skirt steak
Got 'em sending gifts, it's not even my birthday
You niggas soft and I meant that in the worst way
Oh you bitches sucking dick just to get a bag
You hustlin'-backwards ass bitch, you're doing bad
It's pretty sad, you should be getting more than that
Suck a dick so you can pay your rent, couple months with that
I mention flow, keep it on the low, I tell you facts
When a nigga 'bout to cum, just throw it back
It's over, you won, that nigga trapped
And that bank account, girl? Empty that