Salute Lyrics – Cardi B

Read the full Salute 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 Safe and Man Of Your Word, two other songs by Cardi B.

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
You mean to tell me you’d die over nothing, hoe, everybody fu*king that’s the end of discussion (End of discussion)
B!tch like me that came out the mud might help somebody out ’cause I came up from nothing (Came up from nothing)
Big party and a big body Benz
With the big body kid, put the lane over something, yeah
He getting mad, won’t give him my number

Cup in the middle got me feeling December (Woo)
Feel like I’m gonna kill it this summer (Kill it this summer)
Been on a yacht, no ceilin&#x#x27; this summer (Summer)
B!tch been bad so I make you curious
Never switched up, so I can’t be serious, yeah
Disrespect me, yeah , you can’t be serious (Huh?)
I’m in the Lamb’ and it can’t be yours
I’m in the Urus, the world premature
When I look around, I had children on children
Still in the game, work hard to parents
I need my flaws, now call the girls
I plant the seeds, it’s time to flourish
Don’t turn on that street, it’s not for tourist
You know I’m living it up when I’m lifting it up
Let a n!gga know I came to stunt, yeah
Then we gon’ park in the front, wasn’t sitting in the front
Let a n!gga know I came to front (Woo)
This s*it is bigger than us, let you know that it’s bigger than us ’cause they picking it up, yeah
Taking the lingo, the flash and the foreign cars
Man, b!tches is eating it up (Eating it up)
I am big reference, yeah, I am the vision board
I put that s*it on these b!tches, they can’t ignore
Hustle too hard to ever be unemployed
Just like a Honda, got things in accord

[Chorus]
Salute the real b!tches
Salute the real b!tches (Salute)
Salute the real b!tches
Salute the real b!tches (Salute)
Salute the real b!tches
Salute the real b!tches (Salute)
Salute the real b!tches
Salute the real b!tches (Salute)

[Verse 2]
High off a molly, my friends are like dali
I’m riding my n!gga just like a Ducatti (Just like a Ducatti)
Chopping the top of the car like karate
Eliante put the bricks in the (??)
Shorty tried stealing my style but I caught her
Send me a picture of drip and I bought it
Cardi an icon and this is iconic
Made a few millions off talking Ebonics
I am too blessed to be talking demonic (Talking demonic)
I switched the lies and gained the money
Rub on the thighs and kiss on the stomach
My watch is sick it’s making ’em vomit
My throat as long as a trumpet (Trumpet)
If my b!tches say, “Fu*k it,” then fu*k it (Fu*k it)
Hold your partner up just like some crutches, yeah
Got a pu*sy wet just like a bucket, fu*k it (Woo)

[Chorus]
Salute the real b!tches
Salute the real b!tches (Salute)
Salute the real b!tches
Salute the real b!tches (Salute)
Salute the real b!tches
Salute the real b!tches (Salute)
Salute the real b!tches
Salute the real b!tches (Salute)