[Verse 1] The nerve of you bitches Like, oh my God, I got no words for you bitches Like, who's really serving you bitches? I need some answers, I'm worried for bitches Like, this really absurd No wonder these niggas stay curving you bitches Don't even take no more selfies That weave don't even deserve any pictures Like, where did you buy that shit? Who really acknowledged it? What made you feel that you would be lit if you went and copped that shit? 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 fuck up your flow Talk shit about me with ya dusty ass weave? Now you outta control I'm Cardi B, I come through and I kill everything, everything and that's a fact Got me on my hitman shit 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, bitch) I can't believe it Or is it just me? But why all these bitches just walking the streets with some cheap ass weave
[Chorus] Cheap ass weave Cheap ass weave How everything on fleek when you got some cheap ass weave? Cheap ass weave Cheap ass weave Don't even step to me if you got some cheap ass weave
[Verse 2] So check yourself before you come at me Cardi B killing shit, I'm causing casualties I am a masterpiece, you are a tragedy Finish you like Mortal Kombat; fatality I got shit jumping like What a Time... Like Jumpman, Jumpman That weave you got should be a crime You got no luck, man And how you niggas even let them in the crib with that? You know that weave stink, that shit need a Tic Tac Now you tell me you pulling hair off your pillows, hair off the sheets, and even hair out your asscrack 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 fucked 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 ass weave? I'm begging Lord, oh God, oh God, oh please, oh please Please just bless these thots, these thots with they cheap ass 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, bitch) I can't believe it Or is it just me? But why all these bitches just walking the streets with some cheap ass weave
[Chorus] Cheap ass weave Cheap ass weave How everything on fleek when you got some cheap ass weave? Cheap ass weave Cheap ass weave Don't even step to me if you got some cheap ass weaveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
