Bronx Season (Explicit)

Bronx Season (Explicit) - Cardi B

Oh how you doing

I'm alright

Now how much times do I gotta prove these n**gas wrong

And how much times I gotta show these b**ches I ain't soft

How many shows I gotta sell out 'fore you get the cost

Why they really tryna front like I ain't hit the charts

All these labels throwing deals from left to right

But I ain't giving in until they get them numbers right

All these people think that this sh*t happen overnight

All that flexin' they be doing

Sh*t is all a hype

No tolerance for a hating b**ch

Talking sh*t

Only time I hold my tongue is when I'm sucking d**k

So when I see you in the streets yeah it's f**king lit

And don't be talking all that sorry sh*t

Don't flip the script

I see the lights

I hear the hype

I hit the mic

I kill the show

I get my dough

I catch a flight

I see a hater

I'm running down

It's on sight

I throw my hands

I hit 'em left

I hit 'em right

They sleeping on me just because I used to strip

But it's all good 'cause now they wanna get up in my VIP

Blowing up my phone

Saying everything I touch is lit

Acting cool and wanna f**k me

Like they wasn't talking sh*t

I let 'em live

Let the shady motherf**kers live

Get them the price then it's time to show 'em what it is

Don't got the bat

Well then what you really tryna pitch

Don't waste my time

I ain't never been no average b**ch

Not to mention

I did my tour and that sh*t was winning

Independent the headline

Award of feeling

I thank the lord for all the blessings that he is given

I love the fans

They fill me up with their ammunition

I don't really talk sh*t but now I gotta off this

I don't know why b**ches think we work in the same office

Corny b**ches tryna keep up

Look exhausted

Wave the white flag

Girl you might as well just forfeit

My ex told me I was never gon' be sh*t

Lookie lookie now

Lookie now

N**ga I'm that b**ch

What you thought

Yeah you really lost

Now you kinda sick

But I ain't never need a n**ga

I was always on my sh*t

I used to stare at magazines

On the train

Looking at these models

Like I gotta be this one day

F**k around

Got myself a name

Now I'm getting paid

Left the corny b**ches in the grave

Now they throwing shade