Cardi B, Tyla – Nice Guy

[Intro: Tyla] Mmm-mmm (We got London on da Track) Mmm-mm-mhm [Chorus: Tyla] Mmm, Mr. Right Guy playin' with me Foolish, because I bite, I've been hearin' you want some of my sight Come stay for good, because I want all of you for tonight Touch on me good, boy, know I like that Why you keep on lookin'? Not the eyesight Keep sayin', mmm, yeah, Mr. Right Guy (Right) [Verse 1: Cardi B] Look, if I had to go 24 hours without my nigga, I swear to God I would die He go to court 'cause he got a case in the feds, I swear to God I would lie If he get knocked, come home sayin', "We Muslim," shit, Alhamdulillah Yeah, I do a hell of a job, keepin' it wet and I'm suckin' him dry like, uh He got an accent (Yeah), he don't be cappin' and he be trappin' (Facts) And he tapped in, he got him a baddie, that's how I be actin' (Ha) I'm spoiled, I be misbehavin' (Behavin'), he know I drive him crazy Rain cold and I be cheesin' (Mwah), he know I'm never leavin' [Chorus: Tyla & Cardi B] Mmm, Mr. Right Guy playin' with me Foolish, because I bite, I've been hearin' you want some of my sight Come stay for good, because I want all of you for tonight (Ooh, ah, shit, boy, you got the right bitch) Touch on me good, boy, know I like that (Ooh, ah, shit, boy, you got the right bitch) Why you keep on lookin'? Not the eyesight (Ooh, ah, shit, yeah, you got the right bitch) Keep sayin', mmm, yeah, Mr. Right Guy (Right) (Ooh, ah, shit, yeah, you got the right, look) [Verse 2: Cardi B] If you ain't never been through it, you ain't really into it (Nope) Me and him always into it (Huh) First you go through shit, then you get through it (Yeah) Can't just put an end to it (Nah) Got the code to your phone, so I been through it If I asked for the ho, then I been knew it (Huh) This a nice house that we got right here I hate to have to drive my Benz through it (Ugh) Every day a bad bitch get fumbled (Fumbled) Every day a dumb nigga get humbled (Humbled) You broke my heart into pieces (Facts) Why you sittin' there lookin' puzzled? (Shit) I ain't stayin' here throwin' a fit (No) I'm goin' out, let me throw on a fit (Hmm) Somethin' tight to show off the tits You gon' be tagged when I post up the pics [Verse 3: Tyla] Let me tell you how this gonna go (Ay) You gon' keep callin' my phone (Ooh) I'ma keep pressin' decline, I'm textin' you, callin' you broke That's how you know, you gotta go (Hmm) Double up, it go in the Maybach (Maybach) Mmm, tryna get your babe back (Babe back) Mmm, and you know I don't play that Mmm, hope I don't need payback I can get petty and hope that you're ready Crazy emotional, know that I'm very Messy but I can get clean for this Getty [Chorus: Tyla & Cardi B] Mmm, Mr. Right Guy playin' with me Foolish, because I bite, I've been hearin' you want some of my sight Come stay for good, because I want all of you for tonight (Ooh, ah, shit, boy, you got the right bitch) Touch on me good, boy, know I like that (Ooh, ah, shit, boy, you got the right bitch) Why you keep on lookin'? Not the eyesight (Ooh, ah, shit, yeah, you got the right bitch) Keep sayin', mmm, yeah, Mr. Right Guy (Right) (Ooh, ah, shit, yeah, you got the right, huh)