Bài hát Bitter (Narration By Cardi B) Báo Lỗi

Better stop playing with me

Bitch better stop playing with me

Bitter, oh

Mad at me, mad at my nigga

Playing with me

Better stop playing with me

Bitter, yeah

Mad at me, mad at my nigga

Mad at the fact he ain't with you

Mad at the fact that it's me

But this shit bigger

Than me and you alone

So why you putting on

For the Shade Room and Insta

Bitches just be looking for attention

Trust me, you can get it, 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 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 know 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 looking stuck

Stuck as fuck

And I bet you, when you came

That she thought she came up

Now that bitch up feeling dumb

I bet your bitch 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 with you

Mad at the fact that it's me

But this shit bigger

Than me and you alone

So why you putting on

For the Shade Room and Insta

Bitches just be looking for attention

Bitter baby mama

Always point her finger at a nigga

Whenever it's the problem

Always put the blame on a nigga

Instead of tryna solve it

Always wanna gossip

Her and her friend have been talking

But whatever they be saying ain't 'bout shit

Think a nigga supposed to pay for they outfit

Get they nails and feet done

And her hair did, yeah

You ain't shit, bitch

Claim you independent, but you ain't did shit

Live on Section 8

But still can't pay rent

Better stop playing with me

You ain't shit, bitch

Leave your children with your mama

And you ain't raised shit

But you want that child support

What you think this is

Better stop playing with me

Just because you let him smash

That don't mean he ever knew ya

Better stop playing with me

Just 'cause y'all got a past

That don't mean you got a future

Better stop playing with me

This mine for life, no switching sides

We ride or die

And that's why I know you

Bitter, mad at me, mad at my nigga

Mad at the fact he ain't with you

Mad at the fact that it's me

But this shit bigger

Than me and you alone

So why you putting on

For the Shade Room and Insta

Bitches just be looking for attention

Well, Summer Walker, you know, I been seeing

You know, all the bullshit

That's been going on with you today

And, you know

I don't know if the rumors are true

I don't know

I don't care, it's not my business

But if it is true

Don't let bitches, like, make

Don't have them have

Feel like they have a one up

By destroying your moment

By fucking telling your business to the world

On some, ha ha, yeah

I'ma do it on purpose

I'ma do it spitefully

Do it your own way

And do it beautifully, do it special

If you are pregnant and everything

Say it in a beautiful way in your music

Say why you, you know

Decided to be with your nigga

Even though you have problems

Put that drama in your music, yeah

'Cause if bitches wanna get clout off you

You gone get clout of them

And you gonna put that shit in your music

Say some shit like

I got my own fucking money

Make them bitches feel hurt

Hit them bitches where it hurt

And put that shit in your music

And make money off it in your music

Fuck these hoes