Cardi B - Imaginary Playerz lyrics

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Shut up, stop whining, Cardi still shining
Hoes kept complaining, so I copped more diamonds
And more archive, vintage couture on me
I got more Gaultier than Jean probably
Summer with cheeks out, Winter, it's minks out
I buy grown man watches and make 'em take links out, b*tch

[Interlude]
(Why these b*tches hating?) I mean
It's really easy for me to talk this shit, cause I live this shit (Why these b*tches hating?)
I just gotta make it rhyme

[Parte 2]
B*tches, I leave 'em all f*cked, fists be balled up
Y'all hoes look cheap, that shit don't cost much
I'm a star, but I'll smack you, don't get starstruck
Patientce looking at me like, "Cardi, what the f*ck?"
Striped like Thom Browne, these b*tches should calm down
Quicker they lift up, the quicker they fall down
Poor thing, Twitter must be gassing them heavy
Making them jump in the ring with the Brim before they ready
I seen whole fan pages make avatar changes
All that old love go to new fan bases
Now your fifteen up, you already out of time
I'm a legend, they gon' hang my heels from the power lines, haha

[Interlude]
(Why these b*tches hating?) All I'm saying is
God forbid some shit happened to the Brim
Put my motherf*cking heels in Nelson Ave (Why these b*tches hating?)
Bronx legend, you heard?

[Parte 3]
My flop and your flop is not the same
If you did my numbers, y'all would pop champagne
If I did your numbers, I would hop out a plane
Suicide, if I fall from the distance 'tween you and I
They gotta be kidding
Whatever they smoking on, it gotta be hitting
The bag you just posted been in the closet sitting
The car he just got you bow-tied in a ribbon
Been in my driveway, not getting driven
Y'all some bench b*tches, ho, y'all just started starting
Birthday at Carbone, to me, that's Olive Garden
A nigga couldn't take me there, that's y'all department
Tasteless, huh, basic
I'm a Waldorf penthouse every state b*tch
2016, I had Fashion Nova lit
Ask Rich, y'all need your ass whipped

[Interlude]
What the f*ck you mean this b*tch is out-dressing me? (Why these b*tches hating?)
How that b*tch outdressing me with my f*cking vibe, b*tch? (Why these b*tches hating?)
Duh, I dressed that b*tch, haha

[Outro]
Fixing y'all mouth to talk fashion with me
I'm the one who showed these girls what fashion could be
The first rap b*tch on the cover of Vogue
But somehow y'all passed me, I suppose?
I know your type, all bold and all cap
'Fore the love of hip hop, y'all knew me before that
These b*tches is nuts, b*tches is ball sacks
And behind my back, b*tches be tight like bra straps, ayy