SwiftOnDemand - Stripper Hoe lyrics

[Intro] I'm your... [Verse 1] Yo, I'm Cardi B with the wicked flow Ask them, I keep them n***as on their tippy toes Nick-nack-paddy-wack, give a dog a bone Got him runnin' home, f** him good, get that money flow p**y got him goin' places he would never go p**y got him cookin', now he wanna clean the stove p**y got him f**ed up, I think he overdosed But I ain't Travis Scott, I ain't got no antidote Antidote, antidote [Hook] I think I like that I think I like that I think I like that I think I like that [Verse 2] Yo, some people know me as a stripper hoe But stripper hoes get the money and blow digits though A lot of b**hes talkin' down on me like I'm a joke Talk sh**, I'll f** your man, send him back hella broke I'm laughin', but I really mean it though I'm on another level like I'm playin' Mario These b**hes can't see me, even with a telescope Every day I'm sh**tin' on 'em, I don't flush the toilet bowl Ew! Cause I be workin' and workin' All these heads I be turnin', they on my body like surgeons I think they see my conversion That's why they be lurkin', but their feelings be hurtin' Or remember when I wanna dance at certain clubs And they told me, "No, no, that's a dub" Now they the same n***as blowin' up my phone Wantin' me to host, oh word? That's a dub Bands [Hook] I think I like that (I know, I know they're mad now) I think I like that I think I like that (Hurtin' my feelings) I think I like that [Verse 3] When I come up in the building I initiate I'm the reason why the f**ers gotta renovate I'm eatin' good and they mad they can't get a plate Never thought we'd be gettin' booked in different states Before the century they didn't even look this way Now they wanna eat my a** like a skirt steak Got 'em sending gifts, it's not even my birthday You n***as soft and I meant that in the worst way Oh you b**hes s**in' dick just to get a bag You hustlin'-backwards a** b**h, you're doin' bad It's pretty sad, you should be getting more than that s** a dick so you can pay your rent, couple months with that I mention flow, keep it on the low, I tell you facts When a n***a 'bout to cum, just throw it back It's over, you won, that n***a trapped And that bank account, girl? Empty that