I Like It (Dillon Francis Remix)

You gotta believe me when I tell you

I said I like it like that

You gotta believe me when I tell you

I said I like it like that

You gotta believe me when I tell you

I said I like it like that

You gotta believe me when I tell you

I said I like it like

Now I like dollars, I like diamonds,

I like stunting, I like shining

I like million dollar deals, where's my pen?

***** I'm signin'

I like those Balenciagas, the ones that look like socks

I like going to the jeweler,

I put rocks all in my watch

I like texts from my exes when they want a second chance

I like proving ****** wrong,

I do what they say I can't

They call me Cardi Bardi, banging body, spicy mami, hot tamale

Hotter than a Somali, fur coat, Ferrari

Hop out the stu', jump in the coupe

Big Dipper on top of the roof

Flexing on b*****s as hard as I can

Eating halal, driving the Lam'

Told that ***** I'm sorry though

'Bout my coins like Mario

Yeah they call me Cardi B

I run this s**t like cardio

Oh,

I said I like it like

I said I like it like

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I said I like it like that

Oh I need the dollars cha-ching

Beat it up like piñatas

Tell the driver, close the curtains

Bad ***** make him nervous

Chambean, chambean, pero no jalan (¡jalan!)

Tú compras to'a las Jordan, bo', a mí me las regalan (hehe-he)

I spend in the club (wouh), what you have in the bank (yeh)

This is the new religion, bang, en Latino gang, gang, yeh

Gang, gang, yeh

Woo, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, en Latino gang,

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang,

I said I like it like that

Como Celia Cruz tengo el azúcar (azúca')

Tu jeva me vio y se fue de pecho como Jimmy Snuka (ah)

Te vamos tumbar la peluca

Y arranca pal' carajo, cabrón,

Que a ti no te vo'a pasar la hookah

Mis tenis Balenciaga me reciben en la entrada (wouh)

Pa-pa-pa-parazzi, like I'm Lady Gaga (wouh)

Y no te me hagas (ey)

Que en cover de Billboard tú has visto mi cara (ey)

No salgo de tu mente (wouh)

Donde quieras que viajes has escuchado "Mi Gente"

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