[Verse 1]
The nerve of you b**hes
Like, oh my God, I got no words for you b**hes
Like, who's really serving you b**hes?
I need some answers, I'm worried for b**hes
Like, this really absurd
No wonder these n***as stay curving you b**hes
Don't even take no more selfies
That weave don't even deserve any pictures
Like, where did you buy that sh**?
Who really acknowledged it?
What made you feel that you would be lit if you went and copped that sh**?
They tell you ya look good?
Wasn't you iffy?
Oh, I know, they tell you that you get two bundles for fifty
Girl, you ain't low
I know how this go
Cheap shoes is okay, cheap dress is okay, but cheap weave is a "no"
Don'tcha do it to yourself that's bad for your health
Don't f** up your flow
Talk sh** about me with ya dusty a** weave?
Now you outta control
I'm Cardi B, I come through and I k** everything, everything and that's a fact
Got me on my hitman sh** like brrap-brrap-brrap-brrap-brrap-brrap-brrap
I'm fully reloaded, full clip
I cut to the chase, snip-snip
That weave gotta go, pink slip
Looking washed up, drip-drip
[Pre-Chorus]
I can't believe it
This is insane
How can you talk about me when your weave is inside of the grave?
(It's dead, b**h)
I can't believe it
Or is it just me?
But why all these b**hes just walking the streets with some cheap a** weave
[Chorus]
Cheap a** weave
Cheap a** weave
How everything on fleek when you got some cheap a** weave?
Cheap a** weave
Cheap a** weave
Don't even step to me if you got some cheap a** weave
[Verse 2]
Cardi B k**ing sh**, I'm causing casualties
I am a masterpiece, you are a tragedy
Finish you like Mortal Kombat; fatality
I got sh** jumping like What a Time...
Like Jumpman, Jumpman
That weave you got should be a crime
You got no luck, man
And how you n***as even let them in the crib with that?
You know that weave stink, that sh** need a Tic Tac
Now you tell me you pulling hair off your pillows, hair off the sheets, and even hair out your a**crack
So cheap weave is okay? I think I missed that
I see a track showing, you need to fix that
You got a braid loose, you need to twist that
You got it f**ed up, I would never pick that
Lady Leshurr done told y'all to go brush your teeth
But after you done, you leave the crib with that cheap a** weave?
I'm begging Lord, oh God, oh God, oh please, oh please
Please just bless these thots, these thots with they cheap a** weave
[Pre-Chorus]
I can't believe it
This is insane
How can you talk about me when your weave is inside of the grave?
(It's dead, b**h)
I can't believe it
Or is it just me?
But why all these b**hes just walking the streets with some cheap a** weave
[Chorus]
Cheap a** weave
Cheap a** weave
How everything on fleek when you got some cheap a** weave?
Cheap a** weave
Cheap a** weave
Don't even step to me if you got some cheap a** weave