Cardi B - Cheap Ass Weave lyrics

[Verse 1] The nerve of you b**hes Like, oh my God, I got no words for you b**hes Like, who's really serving you b**hes? I need some answers, I'm worried for b**hes Like, this really absurd No wonder these n***as stay curving you b**hes Don't even take no more selfies That weave don't even deserve any pictures Like, where did you buy that sh**? Who really acknowledged it? What made you feel that you would be lit if you went and copped that sh**? They tell you ya look good? Wasn't you iffy? Oh, I know, they tell you that you get two bundles for fifty Girl, you ain't low I know how this go Cheap shoes is okay, cheap dress is okay, but cheap weave is a "no" Don'tcha do it to yourself that's bad for your health Don't f** up your flow Talk sh** about me with ya dusty a** weave? Now you outta control I'm Cardi B, I come through and I k** everything, everything and that's a fact Got me on my hitman sh** like brrap-brrap-brrap-brrap-brrap-brrap-brrap I'm fully reloaded, full clip I cut to the chase, snip-snip That weave gotta go, pink slip Looking washed up, drip-drip [Pre-Chorus] I can't believe it This is insane How can you talk about me when your weave is inside of the grave? (It's dead, b**h) I can't believe it Or is it just me? But why all these b**hes just walking the streets with some cheap a** weave [Chorus] Cheap a** weave Cheap a** weave How everything on fleek when you got some cheap a** weave? Cheap a** weave Cheap a** weave Don't even step to me if you got some cheap a** weave [Verse 2] Cardi B k**ing sh**, I'm causing casualties I am a masterpiece, you are a tragedy Finish you like Mortal Kombat; fatality I got sh** jumping like What a Time... Like Jumpman, Jumpman That weave you got should be a crime You got no luck, man And how you n***as even let them in the crib with that? You know that weave stink, that sh** need a Tic Tac Now you tell me you pulling hair off your pillows, hair off the sheets, and even hair out your a**crack So cheap weave is okay? I think I missed that I see a track showing, you need to fix that You got a braid loose, you need to twist that You got it f**ed up, I would never pick that Lady Leshurr done told y'all to go brush your teeth But after you done, you leave the crib with that cheap a** weave? I'm begging Lord, oh God, oh God, oh please, oh please Please just bless these thots, these thots with they cheap a** weave [Pre-Chorus] I can't believe it This is insane How can you talk about me when your weave is inside of the grave? (It's dead, b**h) I can't believe it Or is it just me? But why all these b**hes just walking the streets with some cheap a** weave [Chorus] Cheap a** weave Cheap a** weave How everything on fleek when you got some cheap a** weave? Cheap a** weave Cheap a** weave Don't even step to me if you got some cheap a** weave