เนื้อเพลง Imaginary Playerz - Cardi B

Yeah
It's the motherf*cking Brimcess, you heard?
The sh*t these b*tches be braggin' about is like
Sh*t I was doin' in like 2016 type sh*t
Like (Why these b*tches hating?)
You b*tches don't even know the difference between vintage and archive, like (Why these b*tches hating?)
Yeah, look

Now I spit that other sh*t, pretty motherf*cker sh*t
Cardi B, every song platinum, I'm not the other b*tch
Whatever you was gon' pay her, you gotta double it
Glory hole, b*tches don't know who they f*ckin' with
Their money my stocks and share money
Your booking fee is my makeup and hair money
B*tches say I think I'm the sh*t and do (And do) (And did)
Just know you b*tches can't live
I got the hottest sh*t, hop out, poppin' it
They say I walk around looking like a compliment
Shut up, stop whining, Cardi still shining
Hoes kept complaining so I copped more diamonds
And more archive, vintage couture on me
I got more Gaultier than Jean probably
Summer with cheeks out, winter, it's minks out
I buy grown men watches and make them take links out, b*tch

(Why these b*tches hating?) I mean
It's really easy for me to talk this sh*t 'cause I live this sh*t
(Why these b*tches hating?) I just gotta make it rhyme

B*tches, I leave 'em all f*cked, fists be balled up
Y'all hoes look cheap, that sh*t don't cost much
I'm a star, but I'll smack you, don't get starstruck
Patientce lookin' at me like, "Cardi, what the f*ck?"
Striped like Thom Browne, these b*tches should calm down
Quicker they lift up, the quicker they fall down
Poor thing, Twitter must be gassin' them heavy
Making them jump in the rim with the Brim before they ready
I seen whole fan pages make avatar changes
All that old love go to new fan bases
Now your fifteen up, you already outta time
I'm a legend, they gon' hang my heels from the power lines

(Why these b*tches hating?) All I'm saying is
God forbid some sh*t happened to the Brim
Put my motherf*cking heels in Nelson Ave (Why these b*tches hating?)
Bronx legend, you heard?

My flop and your flop is not the same
If you did my numbers, y'all would pop champagne
If I did your numbers, I would hop out a plane
Suicide if I fall from the distance of you and I
They gotta be kidding
Whatever they smoking on, it gotta be hitting
The bag you just posted been in the closet sitting
The car he just got you, bow tie and a ribbon?
Been in my driveway not getting driven
Y'all some bench b*tches
Ho, y'all just started starting
Birthday at Carbone, to me, that's Olive Garden
A n*gga couldn't take me there, that's y'all department
Tasteless, basic
I'm a Waldorf penthouse every state b*tch
2016, I had Fashion Nova lit
Ask Rich, y'all need your ass whipped

What the f*ck you mean this b*tch is outdressing me? (Why these b*tches hating?)
How that b*tch outdressing me with my f*cking vibe, b*tch? Duh (Why these b*tches hating?)
I dressed that b*tch

Fixin' y'all mouth to talk fashion with me
I'm the one who showed these girls what fashion could be
The first rap b*tch on the cover of Vogue
But somehow y'all passed me I suppose
I know your type, all bold and all cap
For the Love of Hip Hop, y'all knew me before that
These b*tches is nuts, b*tches is ball sacks
And behind my back, b*tches be tight like bra straps, aye