Cardi B - Get Up 10 lyrics

They gave a b**h two options: stripping or lose Used to dance in a club right across from my school I said "dance" not "f**", don't get it confused Had to set the record straight 'cause b**hes love to a**ume Mama couldn't give it to me, had to get in Sue's Lord only knows how I got in them shoes I was covered in dollars, now I'm dripping in j**els A b**h play with my money? Might as well spit in my food b**hes hated my guts, now they swear we was cool Went from making tuna sandwiches to making the news Started speaking my mind and tripled my views Real b**h, only thing fake is the b**bs Get money, go hard, you're motherf**ing right Never been no fraud in my motherf**ing life Get money, go hard, damn f**ing right Stunt on these b**hes out of motherf**ing spite Ain't no running up on me, went from nothing to glory I ain't telling ya to do it, I'm just telling my story I don't hang with these b**hes 'cause these b**hes be corny And I got enough bras, ya ain't gotta support me I went from rag to riches, went from way too lit, n***a Only person in my fam to see six figures The pressure on your shoulders feel like boulders When you gotta make sure that everybody straight b**hes stab you in your back while they smiling in your face Talking crazy on your name, trying not to catch a case I waited my whole life just to sh** on n***as Climb to the top floor so I can spit on n***as Said "I was just trying to chill and make bangers" Tell all these old b**hes they ain't danger The thing on my hip whip b**hes in to shape That's what I call a f**ing waist trainer You gon' run up on who and do what? I think ya got your story screwed up I came here to ball, is you nuts? I don't want your punk-a** man, I'm too tough [?] So if it's all love, show me love then 'Cause you hating on a b**h, that's what it sounds like Beast mode, that's how I give it up, n***a Hoodie low, that's how I'm pulling up Just 'cause I been on the road, don't mean I been on the run And you gon' have to learn to hold your tongue, I hold the gun And we all know you ain't that tight I smack you and the b**h that you act like I started getting money, b**hes upset They remind me of my p**y, b**hes mad tight Nails done, hair [?] Come through shinning with them Rollies [?] Headshot, headshot, tell 'em cold case Ain't no b**hes feeling like this, [?] I don't trust no n***a, I don't feel no b**h Whole life been through some f**ed up sh** They say I'm too that, oh, I'm too this [?]