Bitter (Narration By Cardi B) Lyrics – Summer Walker
ch better stop playing with me
Bitter, mad at me, mad at my ***
(Better stop playing with me)
Better stop playing with me
Bitter, yeah
Mad at me, mad at my ***
Mad at the fact he ain’t wichu’
Mad at the fact that it’s me
But this *** 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
Pull up whenever, whenever
You know I’m with it
Don’t get it twisted
Nothing like none of these ***
But sometimes I get in my feelings
Sometimes I know I be tripping (Tripping)
But why these hoes all in our business
How he don’t care ’bout his children?
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)
Wondering if you even knew this *** for real
London did you screw this *** for real?
They be on that groupie *** for real
And I know she thought she struck
When she let a *** ***
Man that *** is lookin’ stuck (Stuck, stuck)
And I bet you when you came
That she thought she came up
Now that *** is feeling dumb
She prolly thought it came with a million
She prolly thought you changed how she living
Prolly thought that *** came with the fame and the riches
Bitter
Mad at me, mad at my ***
Mad at the fact he ain’t wichu’
Mad at the fact that it’s me
But this *** bigger
Than me and you alone
So why you puttin’ on
For the Shade Room and Insta
*** jus’ be lookin’ for attention
Pretty baby mamma
Always point her finger at a ***
That there’s the problem
Always put the blame on a ***
And they still tryna solve it
Always wanna gossip
Her and her friend have been talking
But whatever they be sayin’ ain’t ’bout ***
Think they niggas supposed to pay for they outfit
Get they nails and feet done and then hit it
Yeah
You ain’t *** ***
Claim you independent
But you ain’t did ***
Living in Section 8 and you still can’t pay rent
You ain’t *** ***
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 (Bitter)
Mad at me, mad at my ***
Mad at the fact he ain’t wichu’
Mad at the fact that it’s me
But this *** bigger (But this *** bigger)
Than me and you alone
So why you puttin’ on
For the Shade Room and Insta
*** jus’ be lookin’ for attention
(Better stop playing with me)
(*** you better stop playing with me)