don't chart

Bitch, be still

Hol' up, hol' up, bitch, be still (uh)

I'm still pretty, still bad, I'm still thick

I'm still me, therefore still talkin' my shit, look

Suck in the gut, uh, poke out the butt, look

I got the good bra on, holdin' 'em up

I'm still poppin', still winnin', you still hatin'

Heard you gon' do somethin' to me, I'm still waitin'

First thing first, ho, know your part

Act like an old-ass whip, and don't start

I'm cold-blooded, must be all of this Chrome Heart

I can't wait to run into you hos like go-karts

Bird bitch, don't get hit with a crowbar (yeah)

I'm a hood bitch, you couldn't go to those parts

Look at me now, Cardi a whole star

I can name this song, "Don't Chart," it's gon' chart (wow)

I said I'm really that nigga like I use the little boy's room

Long dick wrap around my leg, it be coiled

I can make it hard like an egg when it's boiled

Always fresh 'cause your nigga keep me spoiled

I'm high fashion (yes), long eyelashes (yes)

Pissin' bitches off is really my passion (huh-uh)

You love my style, you love my taste

I got a different Birkin bag for every bump in your face, bitch (yeah)

Got the jet on deck, we can leave tonight

Elsa the whole wrist, make it freeze with ice

I can hook up empanadas with the beans and rice

One thing I never been was a fiend for lights, yikes (haha-haha-ha)

Hol' up, bitch, be still (mm)

Hol' up, hol' up, bitch, be still (uh)

I'm still pretty, still bad, I'm still thick

I'm still me, therefore still talkin' my shit, look

Suck in the gut, uh, poke out the butt, look

I got the good bra on, holdin' 'em up (yeah)

I'm still poppin', still winnin', you still hatin'

Heard you gon' do somethin' to me, I'm still waitin'

And look, let's have a conversation

You ain't a bad bitch, you're just a bitch that had a bad operation

Can't come to the phone, I'm gettin' some head probably

These hands rated E, they good for e'rybody

I said I never been a dumb bitch, always too clever

Never seen a nigga leave me and do better

New hunnid dollar bills smell like new leather

Me and Aquafina argue over who wetter

It's awful, bitch, I'm tryna off you

If I don't like a bitch, then it's lit, I ain't cordial

Fuck you and every bitch that support you

They don't wanna fight, they get slapped, then they slap you with a lawsuit (yeah)

It ain't 'bout what I wear, I'm the bitch wearin' it

The dick must be good, you hos are sharin' it

This pussy so bomb, he pull out and stare in it

I don't know, but I been told it got a chandelier in it, ay (haha)

Hol' up, bitch, be still

Hol' up, hol' up, bitch, be still

I'm still pretty, still bad, I'm still thick

I'm still me, therefore still talkin' my shit, look

Suck in the gut, uh, poke out the butt, look (what?)

I got the good bra on, holdin' 'em up

I'm still poppin', still winnin', you still hatin'

Heard you gon' do somethin' to me, I'm still waitin'

Brrt

Grrt

Prrf, haha-haha-haha-ha

Bap