GetUp10

Get Up 10 (Explicit) - Cardi B

Written By：Southside/Cardi B

Look they gave a b**ch two options strippin' or lose

Used to dance in a club right across from my school

I said dance not f**k don't get it confused

Had to set the record straight cause b**ches love to assume

Mama couldn't give it to me had to get at Sue's

Lord only knows how I got it in shows

I was covered in dollars now I'm drippin' in jewels

A b**ch play with my money Might as well spit in my food

B**ches hated my guts now they swear we was cool

Went from makin' tuna sandwiches to makin' the news

I started speakin' my mind and tripled my views

Real b**ch only thing fake is the boobs

Get money go hard you're mothaf**kin' right

Never been no fraud in my mothaf**kin' life

Get money go hard d**n f**kin' right

Stunt on these b**ches out of mothaf**kin' spite

Ain't no runnin' up on me went from nothin' to glory

I ain't tellin' y'all to do it I'm just tellin' my story

I don't hang with these b**ches cause these b**ches be corny

And I got enough bras y'all ain't gotta support me

I went from rag to riches went from WIC to lit n**ga

Only person in my fam to see six figures

The pressure on your shoulders feel like boulders

When you gotta make sure that everybody straight

B**ches stab you in your back while they smilin' in your face

Talking crazy on your name trying not to catch a case

I waited my whole life just to sh*t on n**gas

Climbed to the top floor so I can spit on n**gas

Said I was just tryna chill and make bangers bangers

Tell all these old b**ches they in danger stop

The thing on my hip whip b**ches into shape brrrt

That's what I call a f**kin' waist trainer

You gon' run up on who and do what who

I think y'all got your story screwed up yeah

I came here to ball is you nuts

I don't want your punk-a** man I'm too tough facts

I'm the one that's killin' sh*t hands down hands down

If you got a problem with me say it now say it

Cause I don't wanna hear no sneak dissin' huh

'Specially not from one you weak b**ches

I'm on go like I don't see no stop lights skrrt

I'm steppin' out every day prom night facts

So if it's all love show me love then huh

'Cause you hatin' on a b**ch that's what it sounds like

Beast mode that's how I give it up n**ga

Hoodie low that's how I'm pullin' up

Just cause I been on the road don't mean I been on the run

And you gon' have to learn to hold your tongue or hold the gun brrrt woo

And we all know you ain't that type no

I smack you and the b**ch that you act like yeah

I started gettin' money b**ches upset cash

They remind me of my p**sy b**ches mad tight

Nails done hair lit keep them both laced laced

Co-come through shinin' with a Rollie bust face shine

He-headshot headshot tell 'em closed case

Ain't no b**ches spittin' like this since '08

I don't trust no n**ga I don't fear no b**ch fear no b**ch

Whole life been through some f**ked up sh*t f**ked up