Bartier Cardi (Feat. 21 Savage) Lyrics - Cardi B

[Intro: Cardi B & 21 Savage]

Bardi in a 'Rari, diamonds all over my body

Shinin' all over my body

Put that bitch on Molly

Bardi

Bitch on Molly

21, diamonds all over my body

Said, that bitch on Molly

Nigga, I'm 'bout it

[Chorus: Cardi B & 21 Savage]

Your bitch wanna party with Cardi

Cartier Bardi in a 'Rari (21)

Diamonds all over my body (Cardi)

Shinin' all over my body (my body)

Cardi got your bitch on molly

Bitch, you ain't gang, you lame

Bentley truck lane to lane

Blow out the brain (21)

I go insane, insane

I drop a check on the chain

Fuck up a check in the plane

Cardi took your man, you upset, uh

Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (from what?)

Cardi put the pussy on Offset (say what?)

Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (21)

Cardi took your man, you upset, uh

Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (21)

Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Cardi)

Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (Cardi)

[Verse 1: Cardi B]

Who get this motherfucker started? (Cardi)

Who took your bitch out to party? (Cardi)

I took your bitch in the party (Cardi)

Who that be fly as a Martian? (Cardi)

Who that on fleek in the cut? (Cardi)

Who got the bricks in the truck? (Cardi)

Them diamonds gon' hit like a bitch on a bitchy ass bitch

Bitch, you a wannabe Cardi

Red bottom M.J., moonwalk on a bitch

Moonwalkin' through your clique

I'm moonwalkin' in the 6

Sticky with the kick, moonrocks in this bitch

I'm from the motherfuckin' Bronx (Bronx)

I keep the pump in the trunk (trunk)

Bitch, if you bad then jump (jump)

Might leave your bitch in a slump (your back)

[Chorus: Cardi B & 21 Savage]

Your bitch wanna party with Cardi

Cartier Bardi in a 'Rari (21)

Diamonds all over my body (Cardi)

Shinin' all over my body (my body)

Cardi got your bitch on molly

Bitch, you ain't gang, you lame

Bentley truck lane to lane

Blow out the brain (21)

I go insane, insane

I drop a check on the chain

Fuck up a check in the plane

Cardi took your man, you upset, uh

Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (from what?)

Cardi put the pussy on Offset (say what?)

Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (21)

Cardi took your man, you upset, uh

Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (21)

Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Cardi)

Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (Cardi)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]

Your bitch wanna party with a Savage (21)

Saint Laurent Savage in an Aston (yeah)

High end cars and fashion (21)

I don't eat pussy, I'm fastin' (on God)

I'm a Blood, my brother Crippin'

Bitch, I'm drippin', ho, you trippin'

Told the waitress I ain't tippin'

I like hot sauce on my chicken (on God)

I pulled the rubber off and I put hot sauce on her titties (21)

I'm in a Bentley truck, she keep on suckin' like it's tinted (21)

All these VVS', nigga, my sperm worth millions (on God)

The bitch so bad I popped a Molly 'fore I hit it (21, 21)

[Chorus: Cardi B & 21 Savage]

Your bitch wanna party with Cardi

Cartier Bardi in a 'Rari (21)

Diamonds all over my body (Cardi)

Shinin' all over my body (my body)

Cardi got your bitch on molly

Bitch, you ain't gang, you lame

Bentley truck lane to lane

Blow out the brain (21)

I go insane, insane

I drop a check on the chain

Fuck up a check in the plane

Cardi took your man, you upset, uh

Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (from what?)

Cardi put the pussy on Offset (say what?)

Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (21)

Cardi took your man, you upset, uh

Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (21)

Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Cardi)

Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (Cardi)

[Verse 3: Cardi B]

Step in this bitch in Givenchy (cash)

Fuck up a check in Givenchy (cash)

Boss out the coupe and them inches

I fuck up a bag at the Fendi, I fuck up a bag in a minute

Who you know drip like this?

Who you know built like this?

I'm poppin' shit like a dude

Pull up to pop at your crew

Brr, poppin' at you (woo)

They say you basic

I flooded the Rollie with diamonds

I flooded the Patek and bracelet

I got your bitch and she naked

Ice on the cake when I bake it

I'm switchin' lanes in the Range

Swap out the dick for the brain

Swap out your bitch for your main

Swap out the trap for the fame

Ice on them, Carti B Cartier frames

[Chorus: Cardi B & 21 Savage]

Your bitch wanna party with Cardi

Cartier Bardi in a 'Rari (21)

Diamonds all over my body (Cardi)

Shinin' all over my body (my body)

Cardi got your bitch on molly

Bitch, you ain't gang, you lame

Bentley truck lane to lane

Blow out the brain (21)

I go insane, insane

I drop a check on the chain

Fuck up a check in the plane

Cardi took your man, you upset, uh

Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (from what?)

Cardi put the pussy on Offset (say what?)

Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (21)

Cardi took your man, you upset, uh

Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (21)

Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Cardi)

Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (Cardi).

Bank Account - 21 Savage

I buy a new car for the bitch (for real)

I tear down the mall with the bitch (for real)

You can't even talk to the bitch (no)

She fucking with bosses and shit (on God)

I pull up in 'Rari's and shit, with choppers and Harley's and shit (for real)

I be Gucci'd down, you wearing Lacoste and shit (bitch)

Yeah, Moncler, yeah, fur came off of that, yeah (yeah)

Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yeah (in jail)

Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yeah (On God)

Got 'em tennis chains on and they real blingy (blingy)

Draco make you do the chicken head like Chingy (Chingy)

Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty (fifty)

Please proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me (21)

Bad bitch, cute face and some nice titties

$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)

Bitch, be careful where you dumpin' your ashes (bitch)

I ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no action (nah)

The skreets raised me, I'm a whole bastard (wild, wild, wild, wild)

I bought a 'Rari just so I can go faster (skrrt)

Niggas tryna copy me, they playin' catch up (21)

I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper (21)

I been smoking gas and I got no asthma

I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank account, yeah (On God)

In my bank account, yeah (On God)

In my bank account, yeah (On God)

In my bank account, yeah (On God)

In my bank account, yeah (On God)

In my bank account, yeah (On God)

I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

Yeah dog I'm for real, dog (21)

Straight up out the 6, now got a house in the Hills, dog (21)

Wanna see a body, nigga? Get you killed, dog (wet)

Wanna tweet about me, nigga? Get you killed, dog (wet)

Killed dog, I'm a real dog, you a lil' dog (21)

Be a dog, wanna be a dog, chasing mil's, dog

Dunk right in your bitch like O'Neal, dog

I shoot like Reggie Mill', dog (21)

Chopper sting you like a eel, dog

I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank account, yeah (On God)

In my bank account, yeah (On God)

In my bank account, yeah (On God)

In my bank account, yeah (On God)

In my bank account, yeah (On God)

In my bank account, yeah (On God)

I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

Roulette clips, send a roulette hit

Pull up on your bitch, she say that I got that ruler dick

Spray your block down, we not really with that ruh-rah shit

Glock cocked now, I don't really give no fuck 'bout who I hit

Yeah, your bitch, she get jiggy with me

Keep that Siggy with me

Bitch, I'm Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with me

Keep a mad mag in case a nigga wanna get busy with me

'Rari matte black and I got a Bentley with me

I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank account, yeah (On God)

In my bank account, yeah (On God)

In my bank account, yeah (On God)

In my bank account, yeah (On God)

In my bank account, yeah (On God)

In my bank account, yeah (On God)

I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)

Bitch, be careful where you dumpin' your ashes (bitch)

I ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no action (nah)

The skreets raised me, I'm a whole bastard.

Rockstar ( Feat. 21 Savage) Lyrics - Post Malone

[Post Malone:]

Hahahahaha

Tank God

Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies

Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)

Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas

And they always be smokin' like a Rasta

Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi

And show up, name them the shottas

When my homies pull up on your block

They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

Ayy, ayy, switch my whip, came back in black

I'm startin' sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Scott"

Ayy, close that door, we blowin' smoke

She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison

Ayy, act a fool on stage

Prolly leave my fuckin' show in a cop car

Ayy, shit was legendary

Threw a TV out the window of the Montage

Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin', don't give a damn

Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in

Sayin', "I'm with the band"

Ayy, ayy, now she actin' outta pocket

Tryna grab up on my pants

Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man

And they all brought a friend

Yeah, ayy

Ayy, ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies

Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)

Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas

And they always be smokin' like a Rasta

Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi

And show up, name them the shottas

When my homies pull up on your block

They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

[21 Savage:]

I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars

Feelin' like a popstar (21, 21, 21)

Drankin' Henny, bad bitches jumpin' in the pool

And they ain't got on no bra (no bra)

Hit her from the back, pullin' on her tracks

And now she screamin' out, "No mas" (yeah, yeah, yeah)

They like, "Savage, why you got a 12 car garage

And you only got 6 cars?" (21)

I ain't with the cakin', how you kiss that? (kiss that?)

Your wifey say I'm lookin' like a whole snack (big snack)

Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)

L.A. bitches always askin' "Where the coke at?"

Livin' like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car

Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard

I done made the hot chart, 'member I used to trap hard

Livin' like a rockstar, I'm livin' like a rockstar

[Post Malone:]

Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies

Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)

Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas

And they always be smokin' like a Rasta

Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi

And show up, name them the shottas

When my homies pull up on your block

They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star

Rockstar

Rockstar, feel just like a rock...

Rockstar

Rockstar

Rockstar

Feel just like a...