No Help (10 Up)
Ay UNLV
Ay ya ya
Waddup Glokk Juvie ha
Its Bombshell
I don't need no help
Play the hand that I was delt
If Ya mouth runnin derby
Bitch I cut all that malarkey
I Make Bloody moves
I run down on hoes
Like my name Cardi B
Willis RJ Glock 19
Concealed carry ayy
I don't want ya man
Bitch I jus want his money
Ran up tabs on ya man
Iraq up Baghdad
Talk to me nice
You dancing wit da devil
U not tough tighten up
Or get snatched up
I pluck ducks ran up da bag
Now I'm 10 up
Got it out the mud
No favors I did it on my own
I apply myself I see results
But I wish hada clone
Born a G gogetta dont stop
Til rip onna tombstone
I ain't creeping wit ya man
He been gone like da windblown
When I get that deal
I'm breaking day1s off like wishbone
Running witta hammer
Bob da builder u ain't a shooter
If u get caught lacking
I'm taxing no capping
4-5 in my tote
If u want all da smoke
I took too many
Ls after L like heavy rotation
Now I'm raising hell
To live life like mini vacations
Got overlooked now
They low key watching
Don't miss no occasions
Don't check for me unless
You gotta check for my savings
He want the coota
Bombshell jus want his medulla
Now he chasing it
Catch the wave
Or drown from missing it
Pluck a nigga duck a nigga
I'm duck duck goosing it
Only way I'm on the bench
Is from a torn ligament
Like 2-7 mike trout
Go against me
I do ya fithy no circumcision
They say I got the juice
Now like my name is Q
I put the gun to ya head
But not for a tattoo
My life a movie Mo' Money
Always been da move
Don't play wit me
Play wit yo man dick
Or get ya life removed
Dgaf bout a nigga
His money keep me amused
Don't need no help
But fucking wit me
Ya gon be put to use
Ya I'm goddess in my prime
Cant tame this lioness
Bombshell
I don't need no help
Play the hand that I was delt
If Ya mouth runnin derby
Bitch I cut all that malarkey
I Make Bloody moves
I run down on hoes
Like my name Cardi B
Willis RJ Glock 19
Concealed carry ay
I don't want ya man bitch
I jus want his money
Run up tabs ya man
Iraq up Baghdad
Talk to me nice
You dancing wit da devil
U not tough tighten up
Or get snatched up
I pluck ducks
Ran up da bag now I'm 10 up
Ay ya ya
Waddup Glokk Juvie ha
Its Bombshell
I don't need no help
Play the hand that I was delt
If Ya mouth runnin derby
Bitch I cut all that malarkey
I Make Bloody moves
I run down on hoes
Like my name Cardi B
Willis RJ Glock 19
Concealed carry ayy
I don't want ya man
Bitch I jus want his money
Ran up tabs on ya man
Iraq up Baghdad
Talk to me nice
You dancing wit da devil
U not tough tighten up
Or get snatched up
I pluck ducks ran up da bag
Now I'm 10 up
Got it out the mud
No favors I did it on my own
I apply myself I see results
But I wish hada clone
Born a G gogetta dont stop
Til rip onna tombstone
I ain't creeping wit ya man
He been gone like da windblown
When I get that deal
I'm breaking day1s off like wishbone
Running witta hammer
Bob da builder u ain't a shooter
If u get caught lacking
I'm taxing no capping
4-5 in my tote
If u want all da smoke
I took too many
Ls after L like heavy rotation
Now I'm raising hell
To live life like mini vacations
Got overlooked now
They low key watching
Don't miss no occasions
Don't check for me unless
You gotta check for my savings
He want the coota
Bombshell jus want his medulla
Now he chasing it
Catch the wave
Or drown from missing it
Pluck a nigga duck a nigga
I'm duck duck goosing it
Only way I'm on the bench
Is from a torn ligament
Like 2-7 mike trout
Go against me
I do ya fithy no circumcision
They say I got the juice
Now like my name is Q
I put the gun to ya head
But not for a tattoo
My life a movie Mo' Money
Always been da move
Don't play wit me
Play wit yo man dick
Or get ya life removed
Dgaf bout a nigga
His money keep me amused
Don't need no help
But fucking wit me
Ya gon be put to use
Ya I'm goddess in my prime
Cant tame this lioness
Bombshell
I don't need no help
Play the hand that I was delt
If Ya mouth runnin derby
Bitch I cut all that malarkey
I Make Bloody moves
I run down on hoes
Like my name Cardi B
Willis RJ Glock 19
Concealed carry ay
I don't want ya man bitch
I jus want his money
Run up tabs ya man
Iraq up Baghdad
Talk to me nice
You dancing wit da devil
U not tough tighten up
Or get snatched up
I pluck ducks
Ran up da bag now I'm 10 up
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