Cardi B - Automatic** lyrics

Pull up in some sh*t that's automatic Hit-hit-hit, hit you with some sh*t that's automatic All that hating must be bad for your spirit You hating bad, I'm getting a bag, look in the mirror That's why I'm where the money at Call me once and ain't no coming back All these b*tches wanna see me dead That's why I'm in a Porsche, not a Pontiac