[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