Money chords by Cardi B

Verse 1:

 F#m
Look, my bitches all bad, my niggas all real

               Em
I ride on his dick in some big tall heels

            F#m
Big fat checks, big large bills

            Em
Front, I'll flip like ten cartwheels

             F#m
Cold ass bitch, I give broads chills

                Em
Ten different looks and my looks all kill

                   F#m
I kiss him in the mouth, I feel all grills

                Em
He eat in the car, that's meals on wheels (Woo)


Chorus:

F#m
I was born to flex (Yes)

Diamonds on my neck

                         Em
I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex (Woo)

                                                    F#m
But nothing in this world that I like more than checks (Money)

                            Em
All I really wanna see is the (Money)

                        F#m
I don't really need the D, I need the (Money)

                  Em
All a bad bitch need is the (Money flow)

          F#m
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)

Bustin' out the roof

          Em
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)

Touch me, I'll shoot (Bow)

 F#m
Shake a lil ass (Money)

Get a little bag and take it to the store (Store, money)

 Em
Get a little cash (Money)

Shake it real fast and get a little more (Money)

      F#m
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)

Bustin' out the roof

       Em
I got bands in the coupe (Brrr)

Bustin' out the roof (Cardi)


Verse 2:

 F#m
I gotta fly, I need a jet, shit

I need room for my legs

        Em
I got a baby, I need some money, yeah

I need cheese for my egg

          F#m
All y'all bitches in trouble

Bring brass knuckles to the scuffle

I heard that Cardi went pop

   Em
Yeah, I did go pop (Pop)

That's me bustin' they bubble

 F#m
I'm Dasani with the drip

Baby mommy with the clip

                             Em
Walk out Follie's with a bitch

Bring a thottie to the whip

If she fine or she thick, goddamn

F#m
Walkin' past the mirror, ooh

Damn, I'm fine (Fine)

Em
Let a bitch try me, boom (Boom)

Hammer time, uh


Chorus:

F#m
I was born to flex (Yes)

Diamonds on my neck

                        Em
I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex (Woo)

                                                        F#m
But nothing in this world that I like more than checks (Money)

All I really wanna see is the (Money)

                         Em
I don't really need the D, I need the (Money)

All a bad bitch need is the (Money flow)

F#m
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)

Bustin' out the roof

Em
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)

Touch me, I'll shoot (Bow)

 F#m
Shake a lil ass (Money)

Get a little bag and take it to the store (Store, money)

Em
Get a little cash (Money)

Shake it real fast and get a little more (Money)

F#m
I got bands in the coupe (Coupe)

Bustin' out the roof

      Em
I got bands in the coupe (Brrr)

Touch me, I'll shoot (Bow)


Verse 3:

 F#m
Bitch, I will pop on your pops (Your pops)

Bitch, I will pop on whoever (Brrr)

Em
You know who popped the most shit? (Who?)

The people whose shit not together (Okay)

F#m
You'da bet Cardi a freak (Freak)

All my pajamas is leather (Uh)

Em
Bitch, I will black on your ass (Yeah)

Wakanda forever

F#m
Sweet like a honey bun, spit like a Tommy gun

Rollie a one of one, come get your mommy some

Em
Cardi at the tip-top, bitch

Kiss the ring and kick rocks, sis (Uh)

F#m
Jump it down, back it up (Ooh, ayy)

                          Em
Make that nigga put down 2K

I like my niggas dark like D'USSà?

He gonna eat this ass like soup (Ayy)


Chorus:

 F#m
I was born to flex, diamonds on my neck

                              Em
I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex

                                                     F#m
But nothing in this world that I like more than Kulture

(Kulture, Kulture, Kulture)

All I really wanna see is the (Money)

                       Em
I don't really need the D, I need the (Money)

All a bad bitch need is the

           Em
K.K.C (Woo)


Outro:
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