Bonjour Cava

Bonjour ça va
Heard you wanna ménage à trois
We done the trois
He told me oui, oui, mama
If you're a broke nigga
No fais pa ça
Tell him sacrebleu (Ugh)
One thing I can't stand is a broke nigga (Ugh)
Tell a fuckboy au revoir

He call me the crème de la crème
A ten out of ten
Merci beaucoup, très bien
Good girl, but I be a badders for him
That's why he fly me out to Paris again
To climb up on the Eiffel Tower
Ride it slow for half an hour
Fuck in the kitchen and the shower
Make a Naija girl say "Ooh, la, la!"
I like to play
I like it rough, don't touch me gently
My crème brûlée
It tastes so buff, that's why he ate me
Get one thing straight
Watch what you say
You don't wanna offend me
Make no mistake
Boy, I been gang from day
You don't need to protect me

Bonjour ça va
Heard you wanna ménage à trois
We done the trois
He told me oui, oui, mama
If you're a broke nigga
No fais pa ça
Tell him sacrebleu (Ugh)
One thing I can't stand is a broke nigga (Ugh)
Tell a fuckboy au revoir

Hola, papi
I don't want the top unless the top's sloppy
If you're not a G, you ain't dropping D
I can't have no bitch boy on top of me
Sí, sí, señor
If you fuck with me, know what you're in for
Ex fucked up, yeah we could've been more
Drown him one time when it should've been four
Should've been five, yeah, should've been six
Before I take pipe, my cooter gets licked
And when I take pipe, my cooter's on drip
Splish, splash, the juiciest lips
Mish, mash, I'm working them hips
I'm riding his bike, I'm taking them trips
And when he comes home, I'm doing backflips
I'm bussing it down like acrobatics

Bonjour ça va
Heard you wanna ménage à trois
We done the trois
He told me oui, oui, mama
If you're a broke nigga
No fais pa ça
Tell him sacrebleu (Ugh)
One thing I can't stand is a broke nigga (Ugh)
Tell a fuckboy au revoir

When I ride his bicycle, I do wheelies
He said he can handle me, oh really?
'Till I made him cum on his own Yeezy's
Told him clean it up 'cause I'm OCD
I ghost when I'm bored like I own Ouija
But I had a lot of faith in a nigga called Stevie
Dick game long, but the girls didn't believe me
That's why I had share with Jocelyn and Mimi
Please me, please me, tell me you need me
Why have one, when you can have three?
Touch me, feel me, call me a genie
I grant wishes, you can have me
They know about me, I like to party
All I care about is money, call me Cardi
I'm that bitch, I'll make you happy
Español, I call you papi

Bonjour ça va
Heard you wanna ménage à trois
We done the trois
He told me oui, oui, mama
If you're a broke nigga
No fais pa ça
Tell him sacrebleu (Ugh)
One thing I can't stand is a broke nigga (Ugh)
Tell a fuckboy au revoir

I ain't nothing like these boring gyals, I can never be them
I like my numbers odd, I would love a threesome
Shay, tell me what you're on this weekend
Come on Saturday and Sunday, see you up to even
LaFamilia, tell me what boy you're feeling
And if he got a gyal, I might have to steal him
Link that, bruk that, then delete him
And if I gotta suck it, I don't put my teeth in
I don't fuck with these fuckboys
Tell a boy ugh, femme la bouche
Whoosh, whoosh, grip it and push
That nigga ain't eating? Tell him vamos