Cardi B - Styling** lyrics

[Chorus] Stylin' on these hoes, I'm stylin' on these hoes I be stylin' on these hoes, I'm stylin' on these hoes [?] wrist full of gold I be stylin' on these ni**as, stylin' on these hoes Grind up a check, got it at the store Runnin' through the checks till the club close Stylin' on these ni**as, stylin' on these hoes I be stylin' on these b*tches, stylin' on these hoes [Verse 1] I gotta get it, I need the chicken, I need the bread That's why I'm workin' and I'm in the Benz 'cause you in the bed b*tches is sleepin', fu*k is they thinkin'? What is you doin'? Then they be mad, lookin' at me like I did something to 'em, uh Bank account on racks, pussy still on drip drop Put this pussy on wax, took me straight to the tip top I might race with the Wraith, ain't no space in the safe Next b*tch in my face catchin' case, catchin' case But anywho, anywho, Birkin bag, Jimmy Choos All my b*tches say "Eeeeooowwww!", all my guns go "Boom!" More guns than the warden, smack hoes with my Jordans Pussy's floodin' New Orleans, kiss a b*tch and I'm gorgeous Never been no pussy, yo, I'm always with the sh*ts I ain't never been no dirty broad but now I'm filthy rich, b*tch b*tch! [Chorus] Stylin' on these hoes, I'm stylin' on these hoes I be stylin' on these hoes, I'm stylin' on these hoes [?] wrist full of gold I be stylin' on these ni**as, stylin' on these hoes Grind up a check, got it at the store Runnin' through the checks till the club close Stylin' on these ni**as, stylin' on these hoes I be stylin' on these b*tches, stylin' on these hoes [Verse 2] Money, money, money, money's all I think of I swear to God, I wake up and get the green stuff You put your money on these hoes, get your refund I just got my nails did, I just got my weave done If you want a fly press put Bardi on that sh*t I just bought a new gun, put a body on that sh*t She upstairs, I'ma wait in the lobby for that b*tch I got my b*tch and a man that can buy me all that sh*t You can find my fine ass Bathtub with a wine glass All these hoes wanna bring me down I don't never ever mind that Can you show me where your money is? 'Cause I know where mine's at All the energy you put in me You just tryna get the top back Lately I been on some conceited sh*t 'Cause I don't need a b*tch Blast off, I don't feed a b*tch That's how I treat a b*tch In my hood I got hella stripes Straight Adidas sh*t Hope she got the same energy When I see that b*tch, b*tch! [Chorus] Stylin' on these hoes, I'm stylin' on these hoes I be stylin' on these hoes, I'm stylin' on these hoes [?] wrist full of gold I be stylin' on these ni**as, stylin' on these hoes Grind up a check, got it at the store Runnin' through the checks till the club close Stylin' on these ni**as, stylin' on these hoes I be stylin' on these b*tches, stylin' on these hoes