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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cardi B
Vocals
Laquan Green
Programming
J. White Did It
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Belcalis Almanzar
Songwriter
Dieuson Octave
Songwriter
Klenord Raphael
Songwriter
Laquan Green
Songwriter
Jorden Thorpe
Songwriter
White Anthony G
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Klenord Raphael
Producer
Laquan Green
Producer
Brooklyn Johnny
Executive Producer
Craig Kallman
Executive Producer
Darrale Jones
Executive Producer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Co-produced by Laquan Green for Toxic Productions
Producer
J. White Did It
Producer
Evan LaRay
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Aye, aye, you know, you know why I fuck with Cardi B?
'Cause they be thinkin', they be thinkin' both of us crazy and shit
Like this sound like some, some, some, Bodak Orange shit
Or some, some Kodak Orange shit, man, like, aye
[Chorus]
Said lil' bitch, you can't fuck with me if you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms, these is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get 'em both, I don't wanna choose
And I'm quick, cut a **** off, so don't get comfortable, look
I don't dance now, I make money moves
Said I don't gotta dance, I make money moves
If I see you and I don't speak, that means I don't fuck with you
I'm a boss, you a worker, bitch, I make bloody moves
[Verse 1]
I ain't worried 'bout her, that's an old ho
You thought I was comin' with my old flow
Kodak ain't come to take no photo
I don't even pull up in a four-door
I just hit a lick, hit the load though
All my life smokin' on JoJo
He was just posted up with dough, though
Now he gettin' slammed by the po-po
Thuggish, buggish, ruggish shit
I can't leave the streets, I love this shit
Never gave a shit 'bout a messy bitch
I ain't never take a risk for a petty lick
I'm at Digital Heights and I'm goin' on a heist
Dead presidents, John Kennedy
Dead presidents, pockets Mount Everest
When I step on the scene, it's a felony
[Verse 2]
Christian Louboutin
These ain't Louis Vuittons
Hit a Kodak Bop on nae nae
I wanna top me a Nae Nae
Now I'm in a white whip, no mayonnaise
Stole a new car for me, Audi A8
Cardi B brought the beat, told me re-rock the heat
Try me, I'll do the race like I'm Tay-K
It ain't no flockin' over here, lil' buddy
All of us zombies over here, lil' buddy
All of us robbin' 'cause they love your money
Got our own money, but we love your money
Crack a ****'s head wide open like a pumpkin
Jaguar F-Type orange like a pumpkin
Young ****, I got old hundreds
Smokin' K2 with my bunkie
[Chorus]
Lil' bitch, you can't fuck with me if you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms, these is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get 'em both, I don't wanna choose
And I'm quick, cut a **** off, so don't get comfortable, look
I don't dance now, I make money moves
Said I don't gotta dance, I make money moves
If I see you and I don't speak, that means I don't fuck with you
I'm a boss, you a worker, bitch, I make bloody moves
Written by: Anthony Germaine White, Belcalis Almanzar, Dieuson Octave, Jordan Thorpe, Klenord Raphael, Laquan Green, Maurice Jordan