More songs by Cardi B
Description
Summer in this sound smells like asphalt, warmed by engines and the fumes of night parties. Words fly like sparks from an exhaust pipe: a little bravado, a little philosophy about who is real and who is playing a role. Everything here is “bigger”: cars, noise, ambitions, and even pathos - also in abundance. But behind the loud “salute the real” lies a simple truth: lift up your own, keep your balance, and remember where you come from. Music becomes something like a handshake - sharp, confident, with a slight smirk on the lips.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
You mean to tell me you'd die over nothin'?
Ho, everybody fuckin', that's the end of discussion (end of discussion)
Bitch 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 (whoo)
Put in lotta work, I'm gonna kill it this summer (kill it this summer)
Been on a yacht, no ceilin' this summer (summer)
Bitch 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 world premature
When I look around, I have children on childrens (ah, haha)
Killin' the game, my heart the purest
I need my flaws, now call the verse
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 (whoo)
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, bitches is eatin' it up (eatin' it up)
I am the reference, yeah, I am the vision board
I put that shit on these bitches, they can't ignore
Hustle too hard to ever be unemployed
Just like a Honda, got things in accord
Salute the real bitches
Salute the real bitches (salute)
Salute the real bitches
Salute the real bitches (salute)
Salute the real bitches
Salute the real bitches (salute)
Salute the real bitches
Salute the real bitches (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 specialize in getting 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 bitches say fuck it, then fuck it (fuck it)
Hold your partner up just like some crutches (yeah)
Got her pussy wet just like a bucket, fuck it (whoo)
Salute the real bitches
Salute the real bitches (salute)
Salute the real bitches
Salute the real bitches (salute)
Salute the real bitches
Salute the real bitches (salute)
Salute the real bitches
Salute the real bitches (salute)