Cardi B, Cash Cobain – Better Than You

[Chorus: Cardi B] Yeah, better than you, look Better than you, look, bitch, better than you, smell Better than you, taste, better than you, face Better than you, huh, everything better than you, look Bitch, I'm better than you That's your friend, fuck that bitch, I'm Better than her too, uh-huh, shittin' on hoes, I got (What?) Nothin' better to do, okay, yeah, better than you, and who? Huh, huh, huh, face bomb, better than (And who?) [Verse 1: Cardi B] I'm a bad bitch in all my mirrors (Mirrors) Diamonds and water, this bitch is clear (Clear) Feelin' like this my biggest fear (Fear) I do it bigger than bitches' veneers (Veneers) They throwin' shots, then tell 'em cheers (Cheers) You ain't on my level, bitches' tears (Tears) All my cars is chauffeured I ain't touch door handles in years (Uh-huh) Hoes gotta talk behind my back (My back) 'Cause that's where them hoes be at (Be at) 'Cause that's all them hoes gon' see (Gon' see) This fat ass and this long-ass weave (Uh-huh) I'm doin' shit they can't believe (Believe) I'm doin' shit that they can't fathom (Huh) Seven years off and it's still a classic Seven years off and you still ain't passin', uh (Ah) Eating hoes up, huh, give me a napkin (A napkin, ayy) Yeah, bitches is hurt, ooh, get 'em an aspirin (Huh) Daddy, take me to Aspen (Mhm) I wanna twerk in a cabin (Yeah) Pretty hoes do what they want Ooh, that's the law of attraction [Chorus: Cardi B] Yeah, how I'm doin' Better than you (Better than who?) Better than you look, bitch (Than who?), better than you, smell (Taste) Better than you, taste (Um), better than you, face (Dumb) Better than you, huh (Ah, ah), everything better than you, look (Ah) Bitch, I'm better than you (Than you) That's your friend, fuck that bitch, uh (And who? And who?) Better than her too, uh-huh, shittin' on hoes, I got Nothin' better to do, okay, yeah, better than you, and who? (Uh-huh, yeah, yeah) Huh, huh, huh, face bomb, better than [Verse 2: Cardi B] Face bomb, my body galore (Yeah) I'm at the game, it gotta be floor Foot on they ass, it gotta be sore Talk is cheap, so she gotta be poor You know these bitches ain't got no taste (No) You know these hoes ain't got no place (No) You know these hoes ain't got no style (Haha) I pop out when the crowd go wild I show them how to be sex-sexy She ain't dress like that 'fore she met me Baby I'm crying, I'm dead, I'm weak Bitches wanna steal my whole technique Now that I got it, huh (Got it), baby, I'm polished (Polished) Can't be modest, I'm too poppin' (Poppin') Believe me, I tried it (Uh) Suckin' my teeth, rollin' my eyelids, huh These broke hoes make my coochie itch (Uh) Can't no nigga ever braid on me, I don't care who he get (No) I stay in the newest shit, my hair and my jewelry lit (Yeah) If I like it, get two of it On the phone with my man like, "Ooh, I would look cute in this" (Ah) [Bridge: Cardi B] Bitch, I'm better than you Always better than you Way more bread than you Give better head than you Always stand on you Hoes be prostitutes, uh-huh [Verse 3: Cash Cobain] No bitch better than you, get more bread than you Hatin'-ass bitches talk shit on the 'net, but none of it ever be true Ain't no bitch badder than you, ain't a bitch got swagger like you And these bitches be all talk, but none of that matter to you No bitch fuckin' 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 nothin' like you Diamonds dance like Chris B's, bitch, 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 niggas' heart stop like you? Makin' bitches' heart drop like you, givin' them hell nonstop like you These bitches 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 nigga process you Can't no nigga pop it like you, got your own funds, you poppin' it too Please don't argue with me, ain't no bitch hotter than she, like, damn