เนื้อเพลง Better Than You - Cardi B

[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 f*ck that b*tch I'm
Bettin' 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 bomb, huh, huh, better than you then who?

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 in years
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 this long ass weave
I'm doing sh*t they can't believe, I'm doing sh*t that they can't fathom
Steady or soft and it's still a classic, steady or soft and you still ain't passin'
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

Yeah, how I'm doin'
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, f*ck that b*tch, uh
Better than her too, uh-huh
Sh*t, no hoes, I got
Nothing better to do, okay, yeah Better than you, uh-huh, uh, yeah, uh Face bomb, better than face bomb

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 sex-sexy
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 poppin'
Believe me I tried it, s*ckin' my teeth, rollin' 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 sh*t
My hair, my jewelry lit
If I like it, get two of it
On the phone with my man like, ooh, I would look cute in this

B*tch, I'm better than you
Always better than you
Way more bread than you
Get better hair than you
Always stand on you
Hoes be prostitutes

[Cash Cobain:]
No b*tch better than you, get more bread than you
Hatin'-ass b*tches talk sh*t on the 'net, but none of it ever be true
Ain't no b*tch badder than you, ain't no b*tch got swagger like you
And these b*tches be all talk, but none of that matter to you
No b*tch f*ckin' with you, know how to up it like you
Know how to bust it like you
Came through, skin tea, body tea, these hoes ain't nothing like you
Diamonds dance like Chris B's, b*tch, please, nobody run it like you, like damn
Who you know got it like you? Who you know pop it like you?
Who you know soon as you walk in the spot, make n*ggas heart stop like you?
Makin' b*tches heart drop like you, givin' them hell nonstop like you
These b*tches is not like you
Came straight from the bottom of the dirt, came out on top like you
And 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 funds, you poppin' it too
Please don't argue with me, ain't no b*tch hotter than she
Like damn