Song Name – Salute
Singer – Cardi B
Check out Salute Song Lyrics by Cardi B
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
You mean to tell me you’d die over nothin’?
Ho, everybody f*ckin’, that’s the end of discussion (End of discussion)
B*tch like me that came out the mud
Might help somebody out ’cause I came up from nothin’ (Came up from nothin’)
Big Bardi in a big-body Benz
With a big-body kit, put the lane over somethin’ (Yeah)
He getting mad, won’t give him my number
Cup in the middle got me feelin’ December (Woo)
Put in lotta work, I’m gonna kill it this summer (Kill it this summer)
Been on a yacht, no ceilin’ this summer (Summer)
B*tch been bad, so it make you curious
Never switched up, so you can’t be serious (Yeah)
Disrespect me, yeah, you can’t be serious (Huh)
I’m in a Lam’, it can’t be yours
I’m in a Urus, my whip premature
When I look around, I have children on childrens (Ah, haha)
Killin’ the game, my heart the purest
I need my flowers, now call the florist
I plant the seeds, it’s time to flourish
Don’t turn on that street, it’s not for tourists (Skrrt)
You know I’m livin’ it up when I’m liftin’ it up
Let a nigga know I came to stunt (Yeah)
Then we gon’ park in the front, wasn’t sittin’ in the front
Let a nigga know I came to front (Woo)
This shit is bigger than us, let you know that it’s bigger than us
Cause they pickin’ it up (Yeah)
Takin’ the lingo, the fashion, the foreign cars
Man, b*tches is eatin’ it up (Eatin’ it up)
I am the reference, yeah, I am the vision board
I put that shit on these b*tches, they can’t ignore
Hustle too hard to ever be unemployed
Just like a Honda, got things in accord
Salute the real b*tches
Salute the real b*tches (Salute)
Salute the real b*tches
Salute the real b*tches(Salute)
Salute the real b*tches
Salute the real b*tches (Salute)
Salute the real b*tches
Salute the real b*tches (Salute)
High off a molly, my breasts are like Dolly
I’m ridin’ my nigga just like a Ducati (Just like a Ducati)
Choppin’ the top off the car like karate
Eliantte put a bracelet up on me
Shorty tried stealin’ my style, but I caught her
Send me a picture of drip and I bought it (Ice)
Bardi an icon and this is iconic
Made a few millions off talkin’ Ebonics
I am too blessed to be talkin’ demonic (Talkin’ demonic)
I switched the lies and gained the money
Rub on the thighs and kiss on the stomach
My watch is sick, it’s makin’ ’em vomit (Bleh)
My throat as long as a trumpet (Trumpet)
If my b*tches say f*ck it, then f*ck it (F*ck it)
Hold your partner up just like some crutches (Yeah)
Got her p*ssy wet just like a bucket, f*ck it (Woo)
Salute the real b*tches
Salute the real b*tches (Salute)
Salute the real b*tches
Salute the real b*tches (Salute)
Salute the real b*tches
Salute the real b*tches (Salute)
Salute the real b*tches
Salute the real b*tches (Salute)
