Bitter

Bitter (Narration By Cardi B|Explicit) - Summer Walker/Cardi B

Lyrics by：Summer Walker/London Tyler Holmes/Arsenio Archer/Aubrey Robinson/Garrett Hamler/Derez Deshon/Belcalis Almanzar

Composed by：Summer Walker/London Tyler Holmes/Arsenio Archer/Aubrey Robinson/Garrett Hamler/Derez Deshon/Belcalis Almanzar

Summer Walker：

Mm mm mm

Better stop playin' with me

B***h better stop playin' with me

Bitter oh mad at me mad at my n***a

Better stop playin' with me

Yeah yeah yeah

Playin' with me

Better stop playin' with me

Mm

Bitter yeah mad at me mad at my n***a

Mad at the fact he ain't witchu mad at the fact that it's me

This s**t bigger than me and you alone

So why you puttin' on for the Shade Room and Insta'

B***h jus' be lookin' for attention

Trust me you can get it

Get it

Pull up whenever whenever you know I'm with it

Don't get it twisted nothin' like none of these b***hes

But sometimes I get in my feelings

Sometimes I know I be trippin'

Trippin'

But why these h*es all in our business

How he don't care 'bout his children

How he don't care

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

Wonderin' if you even know this b***h for real

London did you screw this b***h for real

They be on that groupie s**t for real

Ah

And I know she thought she struck when she let a n***a f**k

Man that b***h is lookin' stuck

Stuck stuck

And I bet when you came that she thought she came up

Now that b***h is feelin' dumb

Bet your b***h feelin' dumb

She prolly thought it came with a million

She prolly thought you changed how she livin'

Prolly thought that d**k came with the fame and the riches

Bitter yeah mad at me mad at my n***a

Mad at the fact he ain't witchu mad at the fact that it's me

This s**t bigger than me and you alone

So why you puttin' on for the Shade Room and Insta'

B***h jus' be lookin' for attention

Pretty baby mama

Always point her finger at a n***a that there's the problem

Always put the blame on a n***a and they still tryna solve it

Always wanna gossip her and her friend have been talkin'

But whatever they be sayin' ain't 'bout s**t

Think they n***as supposed to pay for they outfit

Get they nails done and then hit it yeah

You ain't s**t b***h

Claim you independent but you ain't did s**t