Stop sayin’ you don’t like me, then turn around and become my fan later
Secretly, y’all wanna be like me
So I’m y’all demonstrator
She all on the phone, talkin’ all that mess
Bitch sound like an operator
And watch them posts, 'cause me and my girls put one and two faster than calculators
Oh baby, you cannot compete with a winner
I’m the hottest out, even in the motherfuckin’ winter
I pulled up and stepped out and turned that bitch into a sprinter
And I’m known for spitting facts, like a motherfucking printer
Hand me anybody beat and watch me eat it like it’s dinner
I’m the jackpot, yeah ho, the prize winner
Hoes switchin' up what I say like a freaking web spinner
And I’m all about my dough, call me "Liyah The Bread Winner"
Yeah ho, yeah ho, this what I do
I don’t give a fuck about losing you
'Cause it’s only me, yeah, I’m all that I got
And really, losing people helped me out a whole lot, whoa
Keep it one hunnit with me
Don’t sugar coat shit when it come down to me
Got a milli on the way, finna be an OG
Got folks out the country screaming, "Please sign me" (whoa, yeah)
Hey Cardi B (whoa, yeah)

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