Bitter (Narration By Cardi B)

Mmm, mmm, mmm

Bitter, stop playin' with me

Bitch better stop playin' with me

Bitter, oh

Bitter, stop playin' with me

Mad at me, mad at my ****

Bitter, stop playin' with me

Mmm, bitter, yeah

Mad at me, mad at my ****

Mad at the fact he ain't with you

Mad at the fact that it's me

But this shit bigger

Than me and you alone

So, why you putting on

For the Shade Room and Insta?

Bitches just be looking for attention

Trust me, you can get it

Get it

Pull up whenever, whenever

You know I'm with it

Don't get it twisted

Nothing like none of these bitches

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 sposed to be there? Y'all won't let him get 'em

How you posting like that on the 'Gram for a thousand? I bet you can't post a picture

Bet you can't, bet you can't

Wondering if you even know this bitch for real

London, did you screw this bitch for real?

They be on that groupie shit for real

And I know she thought she struck

When she let a **** fuck

Man, that bitch is lookin' stuck

Stuck as fuck

And I bet you when you came

That she thought she came up

Now that bitch up feeling dumb

I bet your bitch up feeling dumb

She prolly thought it came with a million

Came with a million

She prolly thought you changed how she living

Prolly thought that dick came with the fame and the riches

Bitter

Bitter

Mad at me, mad at my ****

Mad at the fact he ain't with you

Mad at the fact that it's me

But this shit bigger

Than me and you alone

So, why you puttin' on

For the Shade Room and Insta?

Bitches just be looking for attention

Bitter baby mamma

Always point her finger at a ****

Whenever it's the problem

Always put the blame on a ****

Instead of tryna solve it

Always wanna gossip

Her and her friend have been talking

But whatever they be saying ain't 'bout shit

Think a **** supposed to pay for they outfit

Get her nails and feet done and her hair did

Yeah

You ain't shit, bitch

Claim you independent, but you ain't did shit

Live on Section 8 and still can't pay rent

Better stop playing with me

You ain't shit, bitch

Leave your children with your mama and you ain't raised shit

But you want that child support

What you think this is?

Oh

Just because you let him smash

That don't mean he ever knew ya

Just 'cause y'all got a past, that don't mean you got a future

This mine for life

No switchin' sides

We ride or die

And that's why I know you

Bitter

Bitter

Mad at me, mad at my ****

Mad at the fact he ain't with you

Mad at the fact that it's me

But this shit bigger

Than me and you alone

So, why you puttin' on

For the Shade Room and Insta?

Bitches just be lookin' for attention

Better stop playing with me

Bitch, better stop playing with me

Well, Summer Walker, you know I been seeing

You know all the bullshit that's been going 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 bitches like, make

Don't have them feel like they have a one-up by destroying your moment by fucking 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 **** even though you have problems

Put that drama in your music

Yeah, 'cause if bitches wanna get clout off you

You gon' get clout off them, and you gon' put that shit in your music

Say some shit like, "I got my own fucking money"

Make them bitches feel hurt, hit them bitches where it hurt

And put that shit in your music

And make money off it in your music

Fuck these hoes!