Bitter(Narration By Cardi B)

歌詞

Better stop playing with me Bitch better stop playing with me Bitter, mad at me, mad at my nigga (Better stop playing with me) Better stop playing with me Bitter, yeah Mad at me, mad at my nigga Mad at the fact he ain't wichu' Mad at the fact that it's me But this shit bigger Than me and you alone So why you puttin' on For the Shade Room and Insta Bitch jus' be lookin' for attention Trust me you can get it Pull up whenever, whenever You know I'm with it Don't get it twisted Nothing like none of these bitches But sometimes I get in my feelings Sometimes I know I be tripping (Tripping) But why these hoes all in our business How he don't care 'bout his children? How he's supposed to be there y'all won't let him get 'em? How you posted like that on the Gram for a thousand I bet you can't post a picture (Bet you can't, bet you can't) Wondering if you even knew this bitch for real London did you screw this bitch for real? They be on that groupie shit for real And I know she thought she struck When she let a nigga fuck Man that bitch is lookin' stuck (Stuck, stuck) And I bet you when you came That she thought she came up Now that bitch is feeling dumb She prolly thought it came with a million She prolly thought you changed how she living Prolly thought that dick came with the fame and the riches Bitter Mad at me, mad at my nigga Mad at the fact he ain't wichu' Mad at the fact that it's me But this shit bigger Than me and you alone So why you puttin' on For the Shade Room and Insta Bitch jus' be lookin' for attention Pretty baby mamma Always point her finger at a nigga That there's the problem Always put the blame on a nigga And they still tryna solve it Always wanna gossip Her and her friend have been talking But whatever they be sayin' ain't 'bout shit Think they niggas supposed to pay for they outfit Get they nails and feet done and then hit it Yeah You ain't shit bitch Claim you independent But you ain't did shit Living in Section 8 and you still can't pay rent You ain't shit bitch So trust you with your momma and you ain't friendship But you want that child support What you think this is? Oh Just because you let him smash That don't mean he ever knew ya Just 'cause y'all got a past, that don't mean you got a future This mine for life No switchin' sides We ride or die And that's why I know you Bitter (Bitter) Mad at me, mad at my nigga Mad at the fact he ain't wichu' Mad at the fact that it's me But this shit bigger (But this shit bigger) Than me and you alone So why you puttin' on For the Shade Room and Insta Bitch jus' be lookin' for attention (Better stop playing with me) (Bitch you better stop playing with me)