Rumors

They don't know I do it for the culture, god, damn They say I should watch the shit I post, oh, god, damn Say I'm turning big girls into hoes, oh, god, damn They say I get groupies at my shows, oh, god, damn All the rumors are true, yeah What you heard, that's true, yeah I fuck him and you, yeah If you believe I do that Had to cut some hoes loose, yeah NDA, no loose lips Now them hoes tryna sue me Bitch, I don't give two shits All the rumors are true, yeah I've been in the bamboo, yeah Focused on this music My ex-nigga, he blew it Last year, I thought I would lose it Reading shit on the internet My smoothie cleanse and my diet No, I ain't fuck Drake yet, ha! Spending all your time tryna break a woman down Realer shit is going on, baby, take a look around If you thought that I was ratchet with my ass hanging out Just wait until the summer when they let me out the house, bitch (Talking, talking, talking, give 'em something to talk about) Sick of rumors, ooh But haters do what they do, uh Haters do what they do (Cardi) All the rumors are true, yeah Fake ass, fake boobs, yeah Made a million at Sue's, yeah Got me running with fake news, yeah Cardi ain't popping, no, that's a machine (huh?) Nobody listen, they buying them streams (hmm) They even posted on blogs overseas A lie in a language I can't even read, the fuck do this mean? Look, I'm a Bronx bitch with some pop hits Used to pop off when they pop shit (woo) But I'm calmed down and I'm locked in And my records live in the top ten Lizzo! Teach me about big girl coochie (okay) Last time I got freaky, the FCC sued me But I'm gonna keep doing what I wanna do 'Cause all the rumors are, all the rumors are true (yeah) They hated on me since school, yeah I never thought I was cool, yeah Now me and Cardi, we cool, yeah (yeah) I love hoes on poles, yeah (woo) I am body goals, yeah This shit from my soul, yeah Black people made rock 'n' roll, yeah While you're spending all your time tryna break a woman down Realer shit is going on, baby, take a look around If you thought that I was ratchet with my ass hanging out Just wait until the summer when they let me out the house, bitch What they say? (Yeah) what they say? (Yeah) (Talking, talking, talking) give 'em something to talk about Sick of rumors, ooh But haters do what they do Haters do what they do All the rumors are true (Rumors, yeah) yeah Ahaha, sheesh