| Them motherfuckers be like, «But what type of niggas will wife you?» | 
| My type of niggas will wife me! | 
| The type of niggas that like bitches that pop | 
| off and suck dick all day motherfuckin' long, bitch | 
| Thanks to all my followers that always defended me, y’all like my god brothers | 
| and god sisters. | 
| I would dead jump in your fight, I would dead jump in your | 
| fight. | 
| Now what’s poppin? | 
| Who wanna pop off? | 
| Who wanna start war? | 
| They talkin' shit? | 
| I’m takin' tops off | 
| Jeans, off | 
| Weaves, off | 
| Rings, off | 
| Everythin', off | 
| Who wanna pop off? | 
| Who wanna start war? | 
| They talkin' shit? | 
| I’m takin' tops off | 
| Jeans, off | 
| Weaves, off | 
| Rings, off | 
| Everythin', off | 
| I’m startin' to lose my patience, weak bitches hatin' | 
| Bitches throwing subs like I won’t kick your face in | 
| Baby mama’s mad 'cause I’m in first place, and | 
| When it comes to you bitch, there’s no conversation | 
| I been to give it up grimy, I’m the Bronx bitch, I’m feisty | 
| «Cardi why you feisty?» | 
| Shut up bitch, fight me | 
| NY raised and so you know it’s very likely | 
| That when I hear some shit that I don’t like, I get hype B | 
| Who would wanna wife me? | 
| Your nigga wanna wife me | 
| You think 'cause I’m a stripper hoe, that nigga won’t think twice B? | 
| Put this pussy on his face, rde that shit nicely | 
| Set his ass up, then you really ain’t gon' like me | 
| So what you tryna do? | 
| You and you and you | 
| I feel some type a way, a bitch finna get loose | 
| Tell me what’s the deal? | 
| I’m 'bout to start the hill | 
| The wig is comin' off, shit 'bout to get real | 
| Who wanna pop off? | 
| Who wanna start war? | 
| They talkin' shit? | 
| I’m takin' tops off | 
| Jeans, off | 
| Weaves, off | 
| Rings, off | 
| Everythin', off | 
| Who wanna pop off? | 
| Who wanna start war? | 
| They talkin' shit? | 
| I’m takin' tops off | 
| Jeans, off | 
| Weaves, off | 
| Rings, off | 
| Everythin', off | 
| Got beef with Cardi B? | 
| I’m poppin' off | 
| Shit get hectic? | 
| I’ma drop it off | 
| Oh you shinin'? | 
| Your chain and your watch is off | 
| You was never with this shit, nigga, knock it off | 
| Youse a pussy, and your whole block is soft | 
| You caught feelings, could she ain’t even drop you off | 
| You thought that bag was gettin' you pussy, not at all | 
| You was gettin' lied, you ain’t know she made that call | 
| To the dog’s dinner, and they starvin' | 
| I gotta feed all 'em | 
| I’maget that nigga, you gon' get that bitch | 
| What they thought switched 'cause we both got rich? | 
| Nah, we on the same time | 
| You got yours, I got mine | 
| You got a problem, get in line | 
| It’s Cardi B, and 2 times | 
| Who wanna pop off? | 
| Who wanna start war? | 
| They talkin' shit? | 
| I’m takin' tops off | 
| Jeans, off | 
| Weaves, off | 
| Rings, off | 
| Everythin', off | 
| Who wanna pop off? | 
| Who wanna start war? | 
| They talkin' shit? | 
| I’m takin' tops off | 
| Jeans, off | 
| Weaves, off | 
| Rings, off | 
| Everythin', off | 
| Shit, that bitch six three and she bodied | 
| Superman calves, and her shoulder somethin' retarded | 
| I ain’t backin' down, Cardi got the heart regardless | 
| You gon' have to knock me out if you think I’ma forfeit | 
| Gang gang, squad up, and have my niggas all on it | 
| Pay a couple niggas and they had you out in a coffin | 
| And I put that on my life, I really don’t do this often | 
| But the way I’m feelin' now, like whatever, I’m on it | 
| Have you laid out on the stretcher with your socks off | 
| Had the pastor prayin', like, «Sorry for your, loss» | 
| Throw dirt on my name, you better pop off | 
| My name ring bells like Mayweather, box off | 
| I’m Cardi B, east coast newest contender | 
| 5'3″ lookin' good with the nails bananas | 
| Freddy Kruger on these bitches, I cut their lights off | 
| Should have read the memo, Cardi B pops off |