I Do Cardi B (Ft. SZA)

[Intro]
M-M-M-Murda

[Chorus: SZA]
Left a nigga on read 'cause I felt like it
Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket
Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks divine
No wonder, wonder why I do whatever I like
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do

[Verse 1: Cardi B]
I think us, bad bitches, is a gift from God (Gift from God)
I think you broke hoes need to get a job (Get a job)
Now I'm a boss, I write my own name on the checks (Cardi)
Pussy so good, I say my own name during sex (Yeah)
I might smack a bitch 'cause I felt like it (Yeah)
Gucci shoes and a belt like it (Woo)
Said that Cardi is his favorite fragrance
I'm a rich bitch and I smell like it
I'm in a boss bitch mood, ayy, these heels are Givenchy, ho
These are some boss bitch shoes
If you ain't no boss bitch, move, ayy
For the record, I set record record sales (Huh?)
I like niggas that been in and outta jail (Huh?)
They said by now that I'll be finished, hard to tell (I can't tell)
My little fifteen minutes lasting long as hell, huh?