Song Info: Leave His Texts On Read Leave His Balls On Blue Song name is I Do which is sung by Cardi B ft. SZA & lyrics written by Tim Gomringer, Kevin Gomringer, Klenord Raphael, Nija, Murda Beatz, SZA & Cardi B.
Leave His Texts On Read Leave His Balls On Blue Lyrics
[Intro]
M-M-M-Murda
[Chorus: SZA]
Left a n^^ga on read ’cause I felt like it
Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket
Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks divine
No wonder, wonder why I do whatever I like
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
[Verse 1: Cardi B]
I think us, bad b^^ches, is a gift from God (Gift from God)
I think you broke hoes need to get a job (Get a job)
Now I’m a boss, I write my own name on the checks (Cardi)
Pussy so good, I say my own name during sex
I might smack a b^^ch ’cause I felt like it
Gucci shoes and a belt like it
Said that Cardi is his favorite fragrance
I’m a rich b^^ch and I smell like it
I’m in a boss b^^ch mood, ayy, these heels are Givenchy, ho
These are some boss b^^ch shoes
If you ain’t no boss b^^ch, move, ayy
For the record, I set record record sales
I like n^^gas that been in and outta jail
They said by now that I’ll be finished, hard to tell (I can tell)
My little fifteen minutes lasting long as hell, huh?
[Chorus: SZA]
Left a n^^ga on read ’cause I felt like it
Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket
Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks divine
No wonder, wonder why I do whatever I like
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
[Verse 2: Cardi B]
Look, broke hoes do what they can (Can)
Good girls do what they told (Told)
Bad b^^ches do what they want (They want)
That’s why a b^^ch is so cold
I’m a gangsta in a dress, I’m a bully in the bed
Only time that I’m a lady’s when I lay these hoes to rest
The coupe is roofless, but I get top in it
I’m provocative, it’s my prerogative
80K just to know what time is it
Cardi rockin’ it, go buy stock in it
Spend what I want, ain’t no limit
I say what I want, I ain’t never been timid
Only real sh^t comes out my mouth and only real n^^gas go in it
Leave his texts on read, leave his balls on blue
Put it on airplane mode so none of those calls come through
Here’s a word to my ladies, don’t you give these n^^gas none (Give ’em none)
If they can’t make you richer, they can’t make you cum (Egh!)
[Chorus: SZA]
I left a n^^ga on read ’cause I felt like it
Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket
Dapper, dapper, I look fine, and my checks divine
No wonder, wonder why I do whatever I like
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
