Better Than You Lyrics – Cardi B | AM I THE DRAMA?

Read the full Better Than You lyrics by Cardi B along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Cardi B’s music, you can also explore Bodega Baddie and Pocket, two other songs by Cardi B.

[Chorus: Cardi B]
Yeah, better than you, look
Better than you, look, b!tch, better than you smell
Better than you taste, better than you face
Better than you, huh, everything better than you, look
B!tch, I’m better than you
If that’s you friend then fu*k that b!tch I’m
Betting her too, uh-huh, she ain’t no hoes, I got (What?)
And I ain’t better to do okay, if better than you then who?
Huh, huh, huh, face b0mb, huh, huh, better than you then who?

[Verse 1: Cardi B]

I’m a bad b!tch, you know my mirrors
Diamonds and water, this b!tch is clear
Feel like this my biggest fear
I ain’t doing bigger than b!tches veneers
They throw shots, them tell them cheers
You and all my level b!tches tears
All my cars is chauffeur
I ain’t touch door handles and gears
Hoes gotta talk behind my back ’cause that’s where them hoes be at
‘Cause that’s where them hoes gon’ see, this fat ass and his long ass feet
I’m doing s*it they can’t believe, I’m doing s*it that they can’t fathom
Steady or soft and it’s still a classic, steady or soft and you still ain’t passing
Uh, feed hoes up, uh, give me a napkin, yeah
B!tches is hurt, ooh, get him an aspirin
Daddy, take me to Aspen
I wanna twerk in the cabin
Pretty hoes do what they want
Ooh, that’s the law of attraction

[Chorus: Cardi B]
Yeah, how I’m doing
Better than you, better than who?
Better than you, look, b!tch
Better than you, smell, taste
Better than you taste

Better than you taste
Better than you face (Dumb)
Better than you, b!tch I’m better than you
Look, b!tch, I’m better than you, if that’s your friend, fu*k that b!tch, uh
Better than her too, uh-huh
S*it, no hoes, I got
Nothing better to do, okay, yeah Better than you, uh-huh, uh, yeah, uh Face b0mb, better than face b0mb

[Verse 2: Cardi B]
My body galore I’m at the game, it gotta be floor
For them lay ass, it gotta be sore
Talk is cheap, so she gotta be poor
You know these b!tches, they got no taste
You know these hoes ain’t got no place
You know these hoes ain’t got no style
I’m thot-thot when the crowd go wild
I show them how to be s*x-s*xy
She ain’t dressed like that before she met me
Baby I’m crying, I’m dead, I’m weak
B!tches wanna steal my whole technique
Now that got it, baby I’m polished, can’t be modest
I’m too popping
Believe me I tried it, sucking my teeth, rolling my eyelids, huh
These broke hoes make my coochie itch, can’t no n!gga ever braid on me
I don’t care who he get
I stay in the newest s*it
My hair, my jewelry lit
If I like it, get two of it
On the phone with my man like, ooh, I look cute in this

[Bridge: Cardi B]
B!tch, I’m better than you
Always better than you
Way more breath than you
Get better hair than you
Always stand on you
Hoes be prostitutes

[Verse 3: Cash Cobain]
No b!tch better than you, get more bread than you
Hate nice b!tches, talk s*it on the net, but none of it ever be true
Ain’t no b!tch better than you, ain’t no b!tch got spaghet like you
Ain’t need b!tch to be on top, but none of that matter to you
No b!tch fu*king with you, know how to up it like you
Know how to bust it like you
Can’t do skin tea, body tea, toes ain’t nothing like you
Don’t dance like Chris B’s, b!tch please
Nobody running like you Like the old
Who you know got it like you? Who you know pop it like you?
Who you know soon as you walk in the spot n!ggas heat stop like you?
Think if it’s hard job like you give a little hell not stop like you
He was a since now like you
Came straight from the bottom of the dirt
Came out on top like youaAnd it’s pain cause you put in all the work
Can’t no n!gga process you
Can’t no n!gga pop it like you
Got your own fun, shoot popping it too
Please don’t argue with me
Ain ain’t no b!tch hotter than she
Like damn