Lirik dan Chord Lagu Money - Cardi B

JAKARTA, KOMPAS.com - Cardi B, rapper wanita kenamaan dunia, merupakan pelantun dari lagu hip-hop berjudul "Money".

Lagu yang dirilis pada Oktober 2018 ini ditulis oleh Cardi B bersama produser lagunya, J. White Did It.

Tahun berikutnya pada 2019, lagu ini memenangkan tiga penghargaan dari berbagai acara musik, salah satunya BET Hip Hop Awards untuk kategori Best Hip Hop Video.

Baca juga: Lirik dan Chord Lagu Up dari Cardi B

Simak lirik dan chord lagu "Money" dari Cardi B berikut ini.

[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'USSÃ?

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]
F#m Em

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