Album Name

Culture III

Artist

Cardi B, Migos

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2021.06.11

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

Yeah yeah yeah uh
yeah yeah uh yeah yeah
It cost a half a ticket
for a glass wrist Half a milli'
But it ain't cost me
nothin'for this bad bitch
Ain't cost me nothin' ho
We the ones
that break the stage Break
then get paid Pay
Came in the game get yo' stain
bet the opps know
all our names Bitch
Ain't you entertained Ho
I bossed her
now she plain Plain
The struggle
where we came Struggle
there's smoke
behind my game Smoke
Soo grrah
Shots get to firin'
'cause some niggas got
to hittin' Hittin'
Made 'em spin twice
'cause I swear
I thought he missed Go
Fuck that smoke shit
I got ice on my wrist Ice
Still get my hands dirty
I'll wash 'em
'til it's drenched Soo soo soo
Look up in the sky
it's a bird it's a plane
Bitch it's the Rocket
with all of these chains
Bitch it's the Rocket
She got a nigga
but shit she told me
she doin' her thang
Shit that's cool
Where there's a plug
well none are more
rockin' right now
on terrain
Where there's a plug oh
This the type shit
that's out yo' lane
Type shit type shit
this the type shit Let's roll
This the type shit
that get yo bitch hit Smash
This the type shit
that got you trendin' Woo trend
This the type shit
that get yo' shit split Ooh
I pour a pint and drink
that shit in thirty minutes
Drink lean
Ever since
I jumped up off the porch
I been gettin' it Get it
Thinkin' 'bout them bags
we had stashed
in the kitchen Bags
They said
that society had turned me
to a menace
Fuck society fuck 'em
Look I say this the type shit
bitches love to type shit
I pull up Marine Serre
you know in some tight shit
My accountant think I'm gay
all I do is buy shit
From the projects
to the private jets
I've been a fly bitch Mwah
Once hoes start doing bad
they need somethin'
they can blame it on
Bitches couldn't be as hot
as me in the summertime
with a blanket on
Bitches really be puppets
I'm in the Lamb-chop
and I don't play along skrrt
Are you stupid dumb or slow
Got these frames from Ricky O
All these verses I done slayed
all these looks that I done gave
Could have
let these fuck hoes drown
but I let them ride my wave
Man these hoes lookin' real light
and this ass lookin' real heavy
Feel like 'Yonce with this Birkin
but I'm Rowland
with this Kelly Grrr
Type shit type shit
this the type shit Let's roll
This the type shit
that get yo bitch hit Smash
This the type shit
that got you trendin' Woo trend
This the type shit
that get yo' shit split Ooh
Calling shots Brr
Order the semi's
then score on the opps Score
Scrape up the pennies
before I was poppin' hey
Fuck her dismiss her
I'm that type of guy
Get out of there
Upping my fire
and I'm waving it Fire
Take off the top
I done gutted it Gutted it
Call me two harlet
before I had busted it Before
Flex on you niggas
this shit gettin' ugly Ugly
I got a Patek inside
of the Cullinan Ah
I tell her suck on me
I tell her fuck on me
Keep it a buck with me
up in it stuck with me Yes sir
If we get into it
you niggas gon' duck for me Go
Niggas go buck for me
shoot up the club for me Shoot
They want the recipe
body like Nestle
Try get the best of me
but I ain't going No
She like an athlete
nigga don't threaten me
Put out a hit in two-months
and he gone Hit
Put out the bitch
she was here for too long
Put out
We don't need a loan
the mob Capone Mob
I make an M with a blindfold Woo
Jump out the gym
with some bows of the dope Hey
Them niggas spinnin'
they takin' they souls Spin
Want a promotion
now he gettin' blowed Blow
Niggas already know You know
Set ain't no ho
he gon' come as a ghost
Type shit type shit
this the type shit Let's roll
This the type shit
that get yo bitch hit Smash
This the type shit
that got you trendin' Woo trend
This the type shit
that get yo' shit split Ooh
Tay Keith fuck these niggas up
Mu-Mu-Mu-Murda