20 of the Best Lyrics From Cardi B’s ‘Invasion of Privacy’ Album
A couple years ago, Cardi B was a reality TV star still trying to rap her way to perceived hip-hop legitimacy. Today, she's released her debut album Invasion of Privacy, solidifying her status as last year's biggest breakout star.
Few could've predicted that the Bronx sensation would become as known for her bars as she is for her charisma. But that's exactly what happened when she unleashed the multi-platinum-selling single, "Bodak Yellow," which immediately positioned her as one of the most Instagram caption-worthy rappers in the game.
Blending the street ethos with a unique wit, Bardi's lyrics are, more often than not, as emphatic as they are clever. Within just four or so lines, she can describe her come-up like some sort of self-contained, ultra-flashy version of Rocky.
"Honestly, don't give a fuck 'bout who ain't fond of me/Dropped two mixtapes in six months, what bitch working as hard as me?/I don't bother with these hoes, don't let these hoes bother me/They see pictures, they say, 'Goals,' bitch, I'm who they tryna be," she snarls on her aforementioned breakout single.
Cardi B's bars don't stop at "Bodak Yellow," though, as the entirety of Invasion of Privacy is laced with quotable bars about flailing romance, flossing and unrepentant "I told you so"-ing at all of her many naysayers.
As Cardi finally shows her baby off to the world, XXL takes a look at all of the very best lyrics from Bardi's debut LP, Invasion of Privacy.
"A bitch play with my money? Might as well spit in my food/Bitches hated my guts, now they swear we was cool/Went from making tuna sandwiches to making the news/I started speaking my mind and tripled my views/Real bitch, only thing fake is the boobs" —Cardi B
"Quick to drop a nigga like Kemba (go)/Lookin' like a right swipe on Tinder (woo)/Shit on these hoes (shit)/Light up my wrist on these hoes (wrist)/Now I look down on these bitches (down)/I feel like I'm on stilts on these hoes (woo)" —Cardi B
"I got that gushy/Yeah that's a fact, but I never been pussy/I've been that bitch since pajamas with footies/Won MVP, and I'm still a rookie, like woo"—Cardi B
"Go get the bag on the day off (racks)/Go get the rings out the playoffs (rings)/Pots in the beat, it's a bake off (packs)/Fuck on her, then she get laid off (smash)" —Quavo
"Yeah we trap every week, every night (whoa)/Word my move, we too smooth, no indictments (hey)/Yeah, Freakazoid lightning (lightning)/57 90 in this Breitling" —Offset
"This that collard greens, cornbread, neck bone, back, back/Get it from my mama and you don't know where your daddy at/Knick-knack paddywhack, give a dog a bone (bone)/Put it on him, then your nigga never coming home (home)" —Cardi B
"Make that pussy slip and slide like you from the 305/Put your tongue out in the mirror, pop that pussy while you drive" —Cardi B
"Honestly, don't give a fuck 'bout who ain't fond of me/Dropped two mixtapes in six months, what bitch working as hard as me?/I don't bother with these hoes, don't let these hoes bother me/They see pictures, they say, 'Goals,' bitch, I'm who they tryna be" —Cardi B
"And I just checked my accounts, turns out, I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich/I put my hand above my hip, I bet you dip, he dip, she dip" —Cardi B
"I wanna get married, like the Currys, Steph and Ayesha shit/But we more like Belly—Tommy and Keisha shit/Gave you TLC, you wanna creep and shit/Poured out my whole heart to a piece of shit" —Cardi B
"I'm like Big Pop' mixed with 2Pac, I'm like Makaveli (yeah)/You need some Little Caesar's pizza, I be Hot & Ready (woo)/Nigga, you a pussy and a rat, you like Tom & Jerry/Nigga, you ain't balling, you just talking, that's that commentary" —Cardi B
"Y'all gotta bear with me, I been through some things/Went from small-ass apartments to walking red carpets/Pissy elevators, now every dress is tailored/This some real-life fairy tale Binderella shit" —Cardi B
"These bitches salty, they sodium/They jelly, petroleum/Always talkin' in the background/Don't never come to the podium" —Cardi B
"Step in this bitch in Givenchy (cash)/Fuck up a check in Givenchy (cash)/Boss out the coupe and them inches/I fuck up a bag at the Fendi, I fuck up a bag in a minute" —Cardi B
"Your bitch wanna party with a Savage (21)/Saint Laurent Savage in an Aston (yeah)/High end cars and fashion (21)/I don't eat pussy, I'm fastin' (on God)" —21 Savage
"The one you made, could keep 'em (yeah)/I need Chrissy Teigen/Know a bad bitch when I see one (yeah, woo)/Tell Rih-Rih I need a threesome" —Cardi B
"All I can see is you and her in different scenarios/Beyoncé on my stereo, 'Resentment' on repeat/I'ma make a bowl of cereal with a teaspoon of bleach/Serve it to you like, 'Here you go, nigga, bon appétit" —Cardi B
"For the record, I set records, record sales/I like niggas that are in it, not in jail/They said by now that I'll be finished, hard to tell (I can tell)/My little 15 minutes lasted long as hell, huh?" —Cardi B
"Look, broke hoes do what they can (can)/Good girls do what they told (told)/Bad bitches do what they want (they want)/That's why a bitch is so cold" —Cardi B
"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 niggas none (give 'em none)/If they can make you richer, they can make you cum" —Cardi B