[Intro: Nicki Minaj, Cardi B & Megan Thee Stallion]
Mmm
Bardi
Real hot-girl shit
Woo, yeah
Ah
Rrr

[Chorus: Doja Cat]
I don't need lovin', late-night cuffin'
Take it all off, you naughty
Put it back on, unpause it
Kitchen island, bedroom, closet
Takin' that elsewhere, maybe
We know we both got options

[Verse 1: Cardi B]
Bitches be pressed (pressed)
They know how I'm comin', real bitch in the flesh (woo)
Who the fuck she gon' check? (Who?)
She be talkin' that shit, talkin' out of her neck (brr)
Put blood on her dress (woo)
Bitches be mad when they see Cardi step in the spot (whoa)
Said that you 'bout it, we know that you not
I'ma pull up on bitches as soon as I drop
Bought a new foreign, I might cop a yacht (skrrt)
Bitches in my business, they tryna plot (woo)
Hoes poppin' shit like they hot but they not (no)
Just flooded the wrist, the Patek, the watch (whoa)
N***as be flexin', we know what you got
Cardi done had got the game in a knot
Fuckin' your n***a, I got him on lock
This go bang bang like I'm choppin' them chops
VVS chain, I'm in love with the rocks (whoa)
You said you gon' take it, bitch, you got me chopped (whoa)
They throwin' shade 'cause they see me on top
Tell that bitch to pull up, I'ma send you the drop
[Verse 2: Doja Cat]
I know you faded, boy
I feel it wearin' off
When I get Henn' and Coke
I like the way you talk, yeah
I couldn't give a fuck
Givin' him paranoia
He just wanna smash on tour
Fuckin' for that new velour
I like it when you're with me all night
I can't imagine what you might try
Yeah, you so full of surprises
Guess you one of my vices
You want a picket fence and a wife
You never change your mind when I cry
Yeah, I see your flaws and you know it
Droppin' your jaw when the drawers hit the floor

[Chorus: Doja Cat]
I don't need lovin', late-night cuffin'
Take it all off, you naughty
Put it back on, unpause it
Kitchen island, bedroom, closet
Takin' that elsewhere, maybe
We know we both got options
[Bridge: Doja Cat]
You can count on me
To never count on you
I'm only down for you
Way you put it down, baby, wow, I, I

[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]
You can’t treat me like you treat them
Yes, I am the crème de la crème
Yes, I am from one to ten, ten
You fronting in them streets, keep saying we just friends
You can’t front like this ain’t way realer
I know you hard, I know that you a killer
I know you started off a dope dealer
But let your guard down, your n***as know you feel her, feel her
I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party
If Quavo the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi
Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty
I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
"Ayo, Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?"
That too, but my n***as send hits like Gotti
It's a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi
Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (Rrrrrr)

[Verse 5: Megan Thee Stallion]
Big-ass chain 'round my neck so these n***as know I'm rich
And I don't need shit but the dick
Big-ass stack in this purse so these n***as know I'm workin'
I'm holdin' this Glock in my Birkin
N***as gotta hold that L tryna come for my pen
I'm really finna make another M
Now tell me how the fuck I'm in the wrong if I don't want the n***a
And he still ain't fuckin' with the bitch
I be working, I make moves in silence
Hoes might never like me and I'm fine with it
Nasty, I'm a real n***a fantasy
I'll drop dead 'fore a broke n***a handle me
D'ussé, this rich bitch energy
Y'all lil' hoes still drinkin' that Hennessy
Messy, and I'm sick of y'all tryin' it
Bitch got receipts but ain't never finna buy shit
[Chorus: Doja Cat]
I don't need lovin', late-night cuffin'
Take it all off, you naughty
Put it back on, unpause it
Kitchen island, bedroom, closet
Takin' that elsewhere, maybe
We know we both got options
I don't need lovin', late-night cuffin'
Take it all off, you naughty
Put it back on, unpause it
Kitchen island, bedroom, closet
Takin' that elsewhere, maybe
We know we both got options