Better Than You Lyrics

[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
If that's you friend, f*ck that bitch I'm
Better than her too, uh-huh, shittin on hoes, I got (What?)
Nothing 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
Diamonds and water, this bitch is clear
Feelin' like this my biggest fear
I do it bigger than bitches vеneers
They throwin' shots, then tell 'еm cheers
You ain't on my level, bitches tears
All my cars is chauffeur
I ain't touch door handles in years (Uh-huh)
Hoes gotta talk behind my back, 'cause that's where them hoes be at
'Cause that's all them hoes gon' see, this fat ass and this long ass weave (Uh-huh)
I'm doing shit they can't believe, I'm doing shit that they can't fathom
Seven years soft and it's still a classic, seven years soft and you still ain't passin'
Uh, eatin' hoes up, huh, give me a napkin (A napkin yeah)
Bitches is hurt, ooh, get him an aspirin (Huh)
Daddy, take me to Aspen
I wanna twerk in the 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
Better than you taste (Uh)
Better than you face (Dumb)
Better than you, bitch I'm better than you (Uh, uh)
Look, bitch, I'm better than you, if that's your friend, f*ck that bitch, uh
Better than her too, uh-huh
Shit, no hoes, I got
Nothing better to do, okay, yeah
Better than you, uh-huh, uh, yeah, uh
Face bomb, better than, face bomb—
[Verse 2: Cardi B]
My body galore, 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
You know these hoes ain't got no place
You know these hoes ain't got no style
I pop out when the crowd go wild
I show them how to be sex—, sexy
She ain't dressed 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, baby, I'm polished, can't be modest
I'm too 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, 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, haha
[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 no bitch got swagger like you
And these bitches be all talk, but none of that matter to you
No bitch f*ckin' 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 nothing 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

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