Ayy, ayy, you know, you know why I fuck with Cardi B?

′Cause they be thinkin', they be thinkin′ both of us crazy and shit

Like this sound like some, some, some, Bodak Orange shitOr some, some Kodak Orange shit, man... like... ayy

Said lil' bitch, you can't fuck with me if you wanted to (ayy, ayy, ayy)

These expensive, these is red bottoms, these is bloody shoes

(Woo, woo, woo! yah, yah, they′re bloody shoes, bloody shoes)

Hit the store, I can get ′em both, I don't wanna choose

(Yah, yah, yah, wanna choose, ayy)

And I′m quick, cut a nigga off, so don't get comfortable, look

(Woo! yah, yah, yah, bih′, don't get comfortable, ayy, ayy, ayy)

I don′t dance now, I make money moves

(Yeah bih', I make money moves, ayy)

Said I don't gotta dance, I make money moves,

(Woo!, bih, I make money moves, ayy, ayy, ayy)

If I see you and I don′t speak, that means I don′t fuck with you

(Nigga, I don't fuck with you, ayy, I don′t fuck with you)

I'm a boss, you a worker, bitch, I make bloody moves

(Yah, I make money moves)

I ain′t worried 'bout her, that′s an old ho

You thought I was comin' with my old flow

Kodak ain't com to take no photo

I don′t even pull up in a four door

I just hit a lick, hit the load though

All my life smokin′ on JoJo

He was just posted up with dough though

Now he gettin' slammed by the popo

Thuggish, buggish, ruggish shit

I can′t leave the streets, I love this shit

Never gave a shit 'bout a messy bitch

I ain′t never take a risk for a petty lick

I'm at Digital Heights and I′m goin' on a heist

Dead presidents, John Kennedy

Dead presidents, pockets Mount Everest

When I step on the scene it's a felony (yeah, yeah)

Christian Louboutin (yeah)

These ain′t Louis Vuittons (huh)

Hit a Kodak Bop on nae nae

I wanna top me a Nae Nae

Now I′m in a white whip, no mayonnaise

Stole a new car for me, Audi A8

Cardi B brought the beat, told me re-rock the heat

Try me, I'll do the race like I′m Tay-K

It ain't no flockin′ over here, lil' buddy

All of us zombies over here, lil′ buddy

All of us robbin' 'cause they love your money

Got our own money, but we love your money

Crack a nigga′s head wide open like a pumpkin

Jaguar F-Type orange like a pumpkin

Young nigga, I got old hundreds

Smokin′ K2 with my bunkie (woo!)

Lil' bitch, you can′t fuck with me if you wanted to (woo!)

These expensive, these is red bottoms, these is bloody shoes

(Woo, woo!)

Hit the store, I can get 'em both, I don′t wanna choose

And I'm quick, cut a nigga off, so don′t get comfortable, look (ayy, woo!)

I don't dance now, I make money moves (ayy, ayy)

Said I don't gotta dance, I make money moves (woo!)

If I see you and I don′t speak, that means I don′t fuck with you

I'm a boss, you a worker, bitch, I make bloody moves

(Bloody moves, bloody moves, bloody moves...)