[Verse 1: Cardi B]
Who get this motherfucker started? (Cardi)
Who took your bitch out to party? (Cardi)
I took your bitch and departed (Cardi)
Who that be fly as a Martian? (Cardi)
Who that on fleek in the cut? (Cardi)
Who got the bricks in the truck? (Cardi)
Them diamonds gon' hit like a bitch on a bitchy ass bitch
Bitch, you a wannabe Cardi
Red bottom MJ, moonwalk on a bitch
Moonwalkin' through your clique
I'm moonwalkin' in the 6
Sticky with the kick, moonrocks in this bitch
I'm from the motherfuckin' Bronx (Bronx)
I keep the pump in the trunk (trunk)
Bitch, if you bad then jump (jump)
Might leave your bitch in a slump (your back)

[Chorus: Sig Roy]
'Cause my old girl hit my line and she blowin' up my phone
New girl wanna slide and she askin' if I'm home
I really can't decide when I'm faded, I don't know
I really can't decide when I'm faded, I don't know
My old girl hit my line and she blowin' up my phone
My new girl wanna slide and she askin' if I'm home
I really can't decide when I'm faded, I don't know
I really can't decide when I'm faded, I don't know
I'm faded, I don't know
Oh, that was my rider

[Verse 2: Offset]
Open your eyes, bitch you see all this money
Made that lil' bitch tape a brick to her stomach
You not the gang, we don't kick it or punt it
Just bought the Wraith and I wrapped it, titanic
Look at the numbers, mechanics ain't frontin'
I came from the lick, went to jail, I got punished, ooh
Pullin' up foreign, Freddy Kreuger, wow
My n***as turn barracuda
You cappin', I came from trappin'
I used to have the dope stashed in the cabinet (dope!)
Mama couldn't tell me shit, where was my daddy? (Mom)
Look at my Patek, I'm flexin', I'm petty (I'm petty)
I fucked the pussy the first time I met it
Won't give you no credit, you Eddie spaghetti
I cook the brick, cut the brick with machetes
Married the money, the bitch wasn't ready, uh, uh

[Verse 3: Sig Roy]
Told me that she leaving, left me for no reason
Tell me that you love me, know that you don't mean it
Now you got me drinkin', liquor got me thinkin'
Put you in my past, girl, hopin' that it sinks in
Look at all the [?], I don't need to diss you (need to diss you)
My life just had enough, girl, you ain't an issue (you ain't an issue)
But every time I'm drunk you text me, "I miss you” (me, "I miss you)
Now I'm back to square one thinkin' way too wishful (thinkin' way too wishful)

[Chorus: Sig Roy]
'Cause my old girl hit my line and she blowin' up my phone
New girl wanna slide and she askin' if I'm home
I really can't decide when I'm faded I don't know
I really can't decide when I'm faded I don't know
My old girl hit my line and she blowin' up my phone
My new girl wanna slide and she askin' if I'm home
I really can't decide when I'm faded I don't know
I really can't decide when I'm faded I don't know
I'm faded I don't know