Bongos (feat. Megan Thee Stallion) - Radio Edit

Bong, bong, bong, bong (We good?)
Bong, bong, bong, bong (Like a drum)
Bong, bong, bong, bong (This is fire)
Bong, bong, bong-bong-bong-bong

Baby, eat this peach and this plum (Plum)
This body tight like a nun (Nun)
Better chew it up like it's gum (Gum)
Then wipe your mouth when you done, mm (Okay)
I'm hot like Nevada
Bottles get popped, piñata
Said I look like money (Like money)
You could print my face on a dollar

Beat it up (Bong-bong-bong-bong)
Beat it up (Bong-bong-bong-bong)
Beat it up (Bong-bong-bong-bong)
Beat it up (Bong), okay

Five, four, three, two, one, lift off (Hey)
Honey, I'm home, shoes gettin' kicked off (Uh)
Every time I turn around she gets pissed off (Ah-ha)
Lil' dusty self, go gеt a lint brush (Woo)
You gon' settle down, you gon' live with him (What?)
I don't еven wanna post a pic with him (No)
The bag he just bought me was a Goyard (Goyard)
That ain't your man, he's both ours
Body tight like a nun (Nun)
Countin' hundreds up with my thumb, ha (Thumb)
I don't care where you from (From)
Better beat this sh— like a drum (Okurrr)
Don't be talkin' sh— like you know me (Woo)
I ride — like a pony
Girl, your boyfriend look like a brokey (Real hot-girl —)
Go and talk to his homie, he a (Ah)

My body built like a stallion (Yeah)
All these wannabes my lil' ponies
They be camped out in the comments
Always talkin' like they know me (Ayy)
Pretty girls in the black truck, packed in
Eat whoever in my way, Ms. Pacman
Hermès, made a real big purchase
Purse so big, had to treat it like a person
Ayy, I look good in real life (In real life)
Show me real love (Yeah, yeah)
I don't care about them likes ('Bout them likes)
Haters tryna say I ain't fine, oh, aight
They know I'm thick like I'm eatin' beans with the rice
Like lean over ice, got the real meat pies (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I be spillin' like my booty
Out these jeans when they tight (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And the way they watch me, need to be monetized (Ah)
I'ma need a money bag if I sleep overnight
Wait, wait (Hold up)
Wait, wait (Hold up)
Wait
Girls pop pills, but I'm the one they can't take (Yeah)
Hot-girl sh—, I'ma make somethin' shake (Brrt)
I know the stiff girls can't relate (Ah)

Shoot your shot like a free throw (Free throw)
Just know this kitty ain't free, though (Ah)
My BD is a Migo (Migo)
Girl, your BD is a zero
My back shots sound like bongos (Bongos)
I ain't scared to admit I'm a freak (Ah)
At least I'm gettin' my money (Yeah)
Y'all be broke, took more turns than a key hole

It did
Like a bun
I'ma throw it back like it's Thursday
I got cake, I'm lit, it's my birthday, ah

Look, I don't dance on my knees, girl, I dance on my toes (Uh)
Ayy, big booty, it be eatin' up the thong
Got a garage full of foreign cars that I never drove (Yeah)
Ayy, couldn't school me with a student loan (Brrr)
So sexy, I could Met Gala in a robe (Yup)
I could body every look and I could body every pose (Yes)
Neck full of diamonds, yeah, I'm forever froze
Will Cardi ever fall off? Guess we'll never know, woo

Beat it up
Real hot-girl sh—
La Cardi (Ah)



Credits
Writer(s): Megan J. Pete, Chaniah Kelley, James Deon Steed, Carlos Londono, Javaan Durrell Anderson, Jorden Thorpe, Donny Flores, Belcalis Almanzar, Breyan Stanley Isaac
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