Music: Cardi B – Money [Video+Lyrics]

“Money”, Cardi B’s new song as expected, is all about money, which Cardi has seen a lot of in the last year. Her rise to the top has been documented heavily as she’s become one of the biggest celebrities in the world. She may have been “born to flex” but she remains humble (at times) when she declares at the end of “Money” that her daughter will always outweigh a check.

Watch and enjoy!

Lyrics
Look, my bitches all bad, my niggas all real
I ride on his dick, in some big tall heels
Big fat checks, big large bills
Front, I’ll flip like ten cartwheels
Cold ass bitch, I give broads chills
Ten different looks and my looks all kill
I kiss him in the mouth, I feel all grills
He eat in the car, that’s meals on wheels (Woo!)

I was born to flex (Yes)
Diamonds on my neck
I like boardin’ jets, I like mornin’ sex (Woo!)
But nothing in this world that I like more than checks (Money)
All I really wanna see is the (Money)
I don’t really need the D, I need the (Money)
All a bad bitch need is the (Money)
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)
Bustin’ out the roof
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)
Touch me, I’ll shoot (Bow)
Shake a little ass (Money)
You get a little bag and take it to the store (Store, money)
Get a little cash (Money)
You shake it real fast, you get a little more (Money)
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)
Bustin’ out the roof
I got bands in the coupe (Brrr)
Bustin’ out the roof (Cardi)

I gotta fly, I need a jet, shit
I need room for my legs
I got a baby, I need some money, yeah
I need cheese for my egg
All y’all bitches in trouble
Bring brass knuckles to the scuffle
I heard that Cardi went pop
Yeah, I did go pop (Pop)
That’s me bustin’ they bubble
I’m Dasani with the drip
Baby mommy with the clip
Walk out Follie’s with a bitch
Bring a thottie to the whip
Is she fine or she thick, goddamn
Walkin’ past the mirror, ooh
Damn, I’m fine (Fine)
Let a bitch try me, boom
Hammer time, uh

I was born to flex (Yes)
Diamonds on my neck
I like boardin’ jets, I like mornin’ sex (Woo!)
But nothing in this world that I like more than checks (Money)
All I really wanna see is the (Money)
I don’t really need the D, I need the (Money)
All a bad bitch need is the (Money)
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)
Bustin’ out the roof
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)
Touch me, I’ll shoot (Bow)
Shake a little ass (Money)
You get a little bag and take it to the store (Store, money)
Get a little cash (Money)
You shake it real fast, you get a little more (Money)
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)
Bustin’ out the roof
I got bands in the coupe (Brrr)
Touch me, I’ll shoot (Bow)

Bitch, I will pop at your pops (Your pops)
Bitch, I will pop on whoever (Brrr)
You know who popped the most shit? (Who?)
The people whose shit not together (Okay)
You’da bet Cardi a freak (Freak)
All my pajamas is leather (Uh)
Bitch, I will black on your ass
Wakanda forever
Sweet like a honey bun, spit like a Tommy gun
Rollie a one of one, come get your mommy some
Cardi at the tip-top, bitch
Kiss the ring and kick rocks, sis (Uh)
Jump it down, back it up (Ooh, ayy)
Make that nigga put down 2K
I like my niggas dark like D’USSÉ
He gonna eat this ass like soup (Ayy)

I was born to flex, diamonds on my neck
I like boardin’ jets, I like mornin’ sex
But nothing in this world that I like more than Kulture
All I really wanna see is the (Money)
I don’t really need the D, I need the (Money)
All a bad bitch need is the
K, K, C (Woo!)

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Songwriters: Belcalis Almanzar
Money lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC