Don’t Chart Lyrics – Cardi B

[Chorus]
B!tch, be still
Hold up, hold up, b!tch, be still (Uh)
I’m still pretty, still bad, I’m still thick
I’m still me, therefore still talking my s*it, look
Suck in the gut, uh, poke out the butt, look
I got the good bra on, holding ’em up
I’m still popping, still winning, you still hating
Heard you gon’ do something to me, I’m still waiting

[Verse 1]
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 hoes like go-karts
Bird b!tch, don’t get hit with a crowbar, yeah
I’m a hood b!tch, 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 n!gga like I use the little boy’s room
Long d!ck wrap around my leg, it be coiled
I can make it hard like an egg when it’s boiled
Always fresh ’cause your n!gga keep me spoiled
I’m high fashion (Yes), long eyelashes (Yes)
Pissing b!tches 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, b!tch, 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 likes, yikes (Hahahahaha)

[Chorus]
Hold up, b!tch, be still (Mm)
Hold up, hold up, b!tch, be still (Uh)
I’m still pretty, still bad, I’m still thick
I’m still me, therefore still talking my s*it, look

Suck in the gut, uh, poke out the butt, look
I got the good bra on, holding ’em up, yeah
I’m still popping, still winning, you still hating
Heard you gon’ do something to me, I’m still waiting

[Verse 2]
And look, let’s have a conversation
You ain’t a bad b!tch, you’re just a b!tch that had a bad operation
Can’t come to the phone, I’m getting some head probably
These hands rated E, they good for everybody
I said I never been a dumb b!tch, always too clever
Never seen a n!gga leave me and do better
New hundred dollar bills smell like new leather
Me and Aquafina argue over who wetter
It’s awful, b!tch, I’m tryna off you
If I don’t like a b!tch, then it’s lit, I ain’t cordial
Fu*k you and every b!tch 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 b!tch wearing it
The d!ck must be good, you hoes are sharing it
This pu*sy so b0mb, he pull out and stare in it
I don’t know, but I been told it got a chandelier in it, ayy (Haha)

[Chorus]
Hold up, b!tch, be still (Uh)
Hold up, hold up, b!tch, be still (Uh)
I’m still pretty, still bad, I’m still thick
I’m still me, therefore still talking my s*it, look
Suck in the gut, uh, poke out the butt, look (What?)
I got the good bra on, holding ’em up
I’m still popping, still winning, you still hating
Heard you gon’ do something to me, I’m still waiting

[Outro]
Brrt
Grrt
Prrf, hahahahahahaha
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