Bitter (Narration By Cardi B)

Better stop playing with me

Bitch better stop playing with me

Bitter, mad at me, mad at my nigga

(Better stop playing with me)

Better stop playing with me

Bitter, yeah

Mad at me, mad at my nigga

Mad at the fact he ain't wichu'

Mad at the fact that it's me

But this shit bigger

Than me and you alone

So why you puttin' on

For the Shade Room and Insta

Bitch jus' be lookin' for attention

Trust me you can get it

Pull up whenever, whenever

You know I'm with it

Don't get it twisted

Nothing like none of these bitches

But sometimes I get in my feelings

Sometimes I know I be tripping

But why these hoes all in our business

How he don't care 'bout his children?

How he's supposed to be there y'all won't let him get 'em?

How you posted like that on the Gram for a thousand I bet you can't post a picture

(Bet you can't, bet you can't)

Wondering if you even knew this bitch for real

London did you screw this bitch for real?

They be on that groupie shit for real

And I know she thought she struck

When she let a nigga fuck

Man that bitch is lookin' stuck

And I bet you when you came

That she thought she came up

Now that bitch is feeling dumb

She prolly thought it came with a million

She prolly thought you changed how she living

Prolly thought that dick came with the fame and the riches

Bitter

Mad at me, mad at my nigga

Mad at the fact he ain't wichu'

Mad at the fact that it's me

But this shit bigger

Than me and you alone

So why you puttin' on

For the Shade Room and Insta

Bitch jus' be lookin' for attention

Bitter baby mamma

Always point her finger at a nigga

That there's the problem

Always put the blame on a nigga

And they still tryna solve it

Always wanna gossip

Her and her friend have been talking

But whatever they be sayin' ain't 'bout shit

Think they niggas supposed to pay for they outfit

Get they nails and feet done and then hit it

Yeah

You ain't shit bitch

Claim you independent

But you ain't did shit

Living in Section 8 and you still can't pay rent

You ain't shit bitch

So trust you with your momma and you ain't friendship

But you want that child support

What you think this is?

Oh

Just because you let him smash

That don't mean he ever knew ya

Just 'cause y'all got a past, that don't mean you got a future

This mine for life

No switchin' sides

We ride or die

And that's why I know you

Bitter

Mad at me, mad at my nigga

Mad at the fact he ain't wichu

Mad at the fact that it's me

But this shit bigger

Than me and you alone

So why you puttin' on

For the Shade Room and Insta

Bitch jus' be lookin' for attention

(Better stop playing with me)

(Bitch you better stop playing with me)

(Better stop playin' with me)

(Bitch better stop playin' with me)

Well, Summer Walker, you know I been seein'

You know, all the bullshit that's been goin' on with you today

And, you know, I don't know if the rumors are true

I don't know, I don't care, it's not my business, but if it is true

Don't let bitches, like, make

Don't let them feel like they have a one-up by destroying your moment

By fucking telling your business to the world

On some: Ha-ha, yeah, I'ma do it on purpose, I'ma do it spitefully

Do it your own way and do it beautifully, do it special

If you are pregnant and everything, say it in a beautiful way in your music

Say why you, you know, decided to be with your nigga

Even though you have problems, put that drama in your music, yeah

'Cause if bitches wanna get clout off you, you gonna get clout off them

And you gonna put that shit in your music

Say some shit like: I got my own fuckin' money

Make them bitches feel hurt, hit them bitches where it hurt

And put that shit in your music, make money off it in your music

Fuck these hoes