Bitter (Narration By Cardi B) 作词 : Summer Walker/London Tyler Holmes/Arsenio Archer/Aubrey Robinson/Garrett Hamler/Derez DeShon/Belcalis Almanzar 作曲 : Summer Walker/London Tyler Holmes/Arsenio Archer/Aubrey Robinson/Garrett Hamler/Derez DeShon/Belcalis Almanzar Mm, mm, mm (Better stop playin' with me) (***** better stop playin' with me) Bitter, oh, mad at me, mad at my nigga (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 nigga Mad at the fact he ain't witchu, mad at the fact that it's me This shit bigger than me and you alone So why you puttin' on for the Shade Room and Insta'? ***** 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 twistеd, nothin' like none of thesе *****es But sometimes I get in my feelings Sometimes I know I be trippin' (Trippin') But why these hoes 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 *****, for real London, did you screw this ***** for real? They be on that groupie shit, for real (Ah) And I know she thought she struck when she let a nigga **** Man that ***** is lookin' stuck (Stuck, stuck) And I bet when you came that she thought she came up Now that ***** is feelin' dumb (Bet your ***** feelin' dumb) She prolly thought it came with a million She prolly thought you changed how she livin' Prolly thought that **** came with the fame and the riches Bitter, yeah, mad at me, mad at my nigga Mad at the fact he ain't witchu, mad at the fact that it's me This shit bigger than me and you alone So why you puttin' on for the Shade Room and Insta'? ***** jus' be lookin' for attention Pretty baby mama 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 talkin' But whatever they be sayin' ain't 'bout shit Think they niggas supposed to pay for they outfit Get they nails done and then hit it, yeah You ain't shit, ***** Claim you independent but ain't did shit Living in Section 8 and you still can't pay rent You ain't shit, ***** 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, yeah, mad at me, mad at my nigga Mad at the fact he ain't witchu, mad at the fact that it's me This shit bigger than me and you alone So why you puttin' on for the Shade Room and Insta'? ***** jus' be lookin' for attention (Better stop playin' with me) (***** better stop playin' with me) Well, Summer Walker, you know I been seein' You know, all the bullshit that's 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 *****es, like, make Don't let them feel like they have a one-up by destroying your moment By ****ing 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 *****es wanna get clout of you, you gonna get clout of them And you gonna put that shit in your music Say some shit like, "I got my own ****in' money" Make them *****es feel hurt, hit them *****es where it hurt And put that shit in your music, make money off it in your music **** these hoes