CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Bitter (Narration By Cardi B)
Mm, mm, mm (Better stop playin' with me)
(B*t*h better stop playin' with me)
Bitter, oh, mad at me, mad at my n***a (Better stop playin' with me)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Playin' with me)
(Better stop playin' with me) Mm
Bitter, yeah, mad at me, mad at my n***a
Mad at the fact he ain't with you
Mad at the fact that it's me
But this sh*t bigger than me and you alone
So why you puttin' on for the Shade Room and Insta'?
B*t*hes just be lookin' for attention
Trust me, you can get it (Get it)
Pull up whenever, whenever, you know I'm with it
Don't gеt it twisted
Nothin' like none of thеse b*t*hes
But sometimes, I get in my feelings
Sometimes, I know I be trippin' (Trippin')
But why these hoes all in our business?
How he don't care 'bout his children? (How he don't care?)
How he's supposed to be there? Y'all won't let him get 'em ('Posed to be there)
How you posted like that on the 'Gram for a thousand?
I bet you can't post a picture (Bet you can't, bet you can't)
Wonderin' if you even knew this b*t*h for real
London, did you screw this b*t*h for real?
They be on that groupie sh*t for real
And I know she thought she struck once she let a n***a f**k
Man, that b*t*h is lookin' stuck (Stuck as f**k)
And I bet you when you came that she thought she came up
Now that b*t*h up feelin' dumb (I bet your b*t*h feelin' dumb)
She probably thought it came with a million (Came with a million)
She probably thought you changed how she livin'
Probably thought that d**k came with the fame and the riches
Bitter (Bitter), mad at me, mad at my n***a
Mad at the fact he ain't with you
Mad at the fact that it's me
But this sh*t bigger than me and you alone
So why you puttin' on for the Shade Room and Insta'?
B*t*hes just be lookin' for attention
Bitter baby mama
Always point her finger at a n***a whenever it's a problem
Always put the blame on a n***a instead of tryna solve it
Always wanna gossip
Her and her friend have been talkin'
But whatever they be sayin' ain't 'bout sh*t (Ain't 'bout sh*t)
Think a n***a supposed to pay for they outfit
Get they nails and feet done and her hair did, yeah
You ain't sh*t, b*t*h
Claim you independent, but you ain't did sh*t
Live in Section 8 and still can't pay rent (Better stop playin' with me)
You ain't sh*t, b*t*h
So your children with your mama and you ain't raised sh*t
But you want that child support, what you think this is? Oh (Better stop playin' with me)
Just because you let him smash, that don't mean he ever knew you (Better stop playin' with me)
Just 'cause y'all got a past, that don't mean you got a future (Better stop playin' with me)
This mine for life (For life)
No switchin' sides (Switchin' sides)
We ride or die and that's why I know you
Bitter (Bitter), mad at me, mad at my n***a
Mad at the fact he ain't with you
Mad at the fact that it's me
But this sh*t bigger (This sh*t bigger) than me and you alone
So why you puttin' on for the Shade Room and Insta'? (Shade Room)
B*t*hes just be lookin' for attention
(Better stop playin' with me)
(B*t*h better stop playin' with me)
Well, Summer Walker, you know I been seein'
You know, all the bullsh*t that's been goin' on with you today
And, you know, I don't know if the rumors are true
I don't know, I don't care, it's not my business, but if it is true
Don't let b*t*hes, like, make
Don't let them feel like they have a one-up by destroying your moment
By f**king telling your business to the world
On some, "Ha-ha, yeah, I'ma do it on purpose, I'ma do it spitefully"
Do it your own way and do it beautifully, do it special
If you are pregnant and everything, say it in a beautiful way in your music
Say why you, you know, decided to be with your n***a
Even though you have problems, put that drama in your music, yeah
'Cause if b*t*hes wanna get clout off you, you gonna get clout off them
And you gonna put that sh*t in your music
Say some sh*t like, "I got my own f**kin' money"
Make them b*t*hes feel hurt, hit them b*t*hes where it hurt
And put that sh*t in your music and make money off it in your music
F**k these hoes
(B*t*h better stop playin' with me)
Bitter, oh, mad at me, mad at my n***a (Better stop playin' with me)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Playin' with me)
(Better stop playin' with me) Mm
Bitter, yeah, mad at me, mad at my n***a
Mad at the fact he ain't with you
Mad at the fact that it's me
But this sh*t bigger than me and you alone
So why you puttin' on for the Shade Room and Insta'?
B*t*hes just be lookin' for attention
Trust me, you can get it (Get it)
Pull up whenever, whenever, you know I'm with it
Don't gеt it twisted
Nothin' like none of thеse b*t*hes
But sometimes, I get in my feelings
Sometimes, I know I be trippin' (Trippin')
But why these hoes all in our business?
How he don't care 'bout his children? (How he don't care?)
How he's supposed to be there? Y'all won't let him get 'em ('Posed to be there)
How you posted like that on the 'Gram for a thousand?
I bet you can't post a picture (Bet you can't, bet you can't)
Wonderin' if you even knew this b*t*h for real
London, did you screw this b*t*h for real?
They be on that groupie sh*t for real
And I know she thought she struck once she let a n***a f**k
Man, that b*t*h is lookin' stuck (Stuck as f**k)
And I bet you when you came that she thought she came up
Now that b*t*h up feelin' dumb (I bet your b*t*h feelin' dumb)
She probably thought it came with a million (Came with a million)
She probably thought you changed how she livin'
Probably thought that d**k came with the fame and the riches
Bitter (Bitter), mad at me, mad at my n***a
Mad at the fact he ain't with you
Mad at the fact that it's me
But this sh*t bigger than me and you alone
So why you puttin' on for the Shade Room and Insta'?
B*t*hes just be lookin' for attention
Bitter baby mama
Always point her finger at a n***a whenever it's a problem
Always put the blame on a n***a instead of tryna solve it
Always wanna gossip
Her and her friend have been talkin'
But whatever they be sayin' ain't 'bout sh*t (Ain't 'bout sh*t)
Think a n***a supposed to pay for they outfit
Get they nails and feet done and her hair did, yeah
You ain't sh*t, b*t*h
Claim you independent, but you ain't did sh*t
Live in Section 8 and still can't pay rent (Better stop playin' with me)
You ain't sh*t, b*t*h
So your children with your mama and you ain't raised sh*t
But you want that child support, what you think this is? Oh (Better stop playin' with me)
Just because you let him smash, that don't mean he ever knew you (Better stop playin' with me)
Just 'cause y'all got a past, that don't mean you got a future (Better stop playin' with me)
This mine for life (For life)
No switchin' sides (Switchin' sides)
We ride or die and that's why I know you
Bitter (Bitter), mad at me, mad at my n***a
Mad at the fact he ain't with you
Mad at the fact that it's me
But this sh*t bigger (This sh*t bigger) than me and you alone
So why you puttin' on for the Shade Room and Insta'? (Shade Room)
B*t*hes just be lookin' for attention
(Better stop playin' with me)
(B*t*h better stop playin' with me)
Well, Summer Walker, you know I been seein'
You know, all the bullsh*t that's been goin' on with you today
And, you know, I don't know if the rumors are true
I don't know, I don't care, it's not my business, but if it is true
Don't let b*t*hes, like, make
Don't let them feel like they have a one-up by destroying your moment
By f**king telling your business to the world
On some, "Ha-ha, yeah, I'ma do it on purpose, I'ma do it spitefully"
Do it your own way and do it beautifully, do it special
If you are pregnant and everything, say it in a beautiful way in your music
Say why you, you know, decided to be with your n***a
Even though you have problems, put that drama in your music, yeah
'Cause if b*t*hes wanna get clout off you, you gonna get clout off them
And you gonna put that sh*t in your music
Say some sh*t like, "I got my own f**kin' money"
Make them b*t*hes feel hurt, hit them b*t*hes where it hurt
And put that sh*t in your music and make money off it in your music
F**k these hoes
