[{"id":23418517,"name":"Imaginary Playerz","trackName":"Imaginary Playerz","artistName":"Cardi B","albumName":"Imaginary Playerz","duration":208.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, it's the motherfuckin' Brimcess, you heard?\nThe shit these bitches be braggin' about is like\nShit I was doin' in like 2016, type shit\nLike (why these bitches hatin'?)\nYou bitches don't even know the difference between vintage and archive, like\n(Why these bitches hatin'?) Yeah, look\n\nNow I spit that other shit, pretty motherfucker shit\nCardi B, every song platinum, I'm not the other bitch\nWhatever you was gon' pay her, you gotta double it\nGlory hole, bitches don't know who they fuckin' with\n\nTheir money my stocks and share money\nYour bookin' fee is my makeup and hair money\nBitches say I think I'm the shit, and do (and do), and did\nJust know you bitches can't live\n\nI got the hottest shit, hop out, poppin' it\nThey say I walk around lookin' like a compliment\nShut up, stop whinin', Cardi still shinin'\nHos kept complainin', so I copped more diamonds\n\nAnd more archive, vintage couture on me\nI got more Gaultier than Jean probably\nSummer with cheeks out, Winter, it's minks out\nI buy grown man watches and make 'em take links out, bitch\n\n(Why these bitches hatin'?) I mean\nIt's really easy for me to talk this shit, 'cause I live this shit (why these bitches hatin'?)\nI just gotta make it rhyme\n\nBitches, I leave 'em all fucked, fists be balled up\nY'all hos look cheap, that shit don't cost much\nI'm a star, but I'll smack you, don't get star-struck\nPatientce lookin' at me like, \"Cardi, what the fuck?\"\n\nStriped like Thom Browne, these bitches should calm down\nQuicker they lift up, the quicker they fall down\nPoor thing, Twitter must be gassin' them heavy\nMakin' them jump in the ring with the Brim before they ready\n\nI seen whole fan pages make avatar changes\nAll that old love go to new fan bases\nNow your 15 up, you already outta time\nI'm a legend, they gon' hang my heels from the power lines, haha\n\n(Why these bitches hatin'?) All I'm sayin' is\nGod forbid some shit happened to the Brim\nPut my motherfuckin' heels in Nelson Ave (why these bitches hatin'?)\nBronx legend, you heard?\n\nMy flop and your flop is not the same\nIf you did my numbers, y'all would pop champagne\nIf I did your numbers, I would hop out a plane\nSuicide, if I fall from the distance 'tween you and I\n\nThey gotta be kiddin'\nWhatever they smokin' on, it gotta be hittin'\nThe bag you just posted been in the closet sittin'\nThe car he just got you bow-tied in a ribbon\n\nBeen in my driveway, not gettin' driven\nY'all some bench bitches (hatin'), haha, ho, y'all just started startin'\nBirthday at Carbone, to me, that's Olive Garden\nA nigga couldn't take me there, that's y'all department\n\nTasteless, huh, basic\nI'm a Waldorf penthouse every state, bitch\n2016, I had Fashion Nova lit, huh\nAsk Rich, y'all need your ass whipped\n\nWhat the fuck you mean this bitch is out-dressin' me? (Why these bitches hatin'?)\nHow that bitch outdressin' me with my fuckin' vibe, bitch? (Why these bitches hatin'?)\nHuh, I dressed that bitch, haha\n\nFixin' y'all mouth to talk fashion with me\nI'm the one who showed these girls what fashion could be\nThe first rap bitch on the cover of Vogue\nBut somehow y'all passed me, I suppose?\n\nI know your type, all bold and all cap\n'Fore the love of hip-hop, y'all knew me before that\nThese bitches is nuts, bitches is ball sacks\nAnd behind my back, bitches be tight like bra straps, ay (hatin')","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.12] Yeah, it's the motherfuckin' Brimcess, you heard?\n[00:06.67] The shit these bitches be braggin' about is like\n[00:09.52] Shit I was doin' in like 2016, type shit\n[00:13.89] Like (why these bitches hatin'?)\n[00:15.94] You bitches don't even know the difference between vintage and archive, like\n[00:19.32] (Why these bitches hatin'?) Yeah, look\n[00:22.98] Now I spit that other shit, pretty motherfucker shit\n[00:26.30] Cardi B, every song platinum, I'm not the other bitch\n[00:29.11] Whatever you was gon' pay her, you gotta double it\n[00:31.61] Glory hole, bitches don't know who they fuckin' with\n[00:34.22] Their money my stocks and share money\n[00:36.93] Your bookin' fee is my makeup and hair money\n[00:39.41] Bitches say I think I'm the shit, and do (and do), and did\n[00:43.80] Just know you bitches can't live\n[00:45.07] I got the hottest shit, hop out, poppin' it\n[00:47.77] They say I walk around lookin' like a compliment\n[00:50.35] Shut up, stop whinin', Cardi still shinin'\n[00:53.22] Hos kept complainin', so I copped more diamonds\n[00:55.88] And more archive, vintage couture on me\n[00:58.71] I got more Gaultier than Jean probably\n[01:01.42] Summer with cheeks out, Winter, it's minks out\n[01:03.94] I buy grown man watches and make 'em take links out, bitch\n[01:07.14] (Why these bitches hatin'?) I mean\n[01:09.82] It's really easy for me to talk this shit, 'cause I live this shit (why these bitches hatin'?)\n[01:14.16] I just gotta make it rhyme\n[01:17.39] Bitches, I leave 'em all fucked, fists be balled up\n[01:20.54] Y'all hos look cheap, that shit don't cost much\n[01:23.36] I'm a star, but I'll smack you, don't get star-struck\n[01:25.85] Patientce lookin' at me like, \"Cardi, what the fuck?\"\n[01:28.90] Striped like Thom Browne, these bitches should calm down\n[01:31.43] Quicker they lift up, the quicker they fall down\n[01:34.37] Poor thing, Twitter must be gassin' them heavy\n[01:36.88] Makin' them jump in the ring with the Brim before they ready\n[01:39.56] I seen whole fan pages make avatar changes\n[01:42.27] All that old love go to new fan bases\n[01:45.01] Now your 15 up, you already outta time\n[01:47.87] I'm a legend, they gon' hang my heels from the power lines, haha\n[01:51.03] (Why these bitches hatin'?) All I'm sayin' is\n[01:54.20] God forbid some shit happened to the Brim\n[01:56.28] Put my motherfuckin' heels in Nelson Ave (why these bitches hatin'?)\n[01:59.66] Bronx legend, you heard?\n[02:01.42] My flop and your flop is not the same\n[02:03.90] If you did my numbers, y'all would pop champagne\n[02:06.55] If I did your numbers, I would hop out a plane\n[02:09.62] Suicide, if I fall from the distance 'tween you and I\n[02:12.48] They gotta be kiddin'\n[02:13.71] Whatever they smokin' on, it gotta be hittin'\n[02:16.46] The bag you just posted been in the closet sittin'\n[02:19.09] The car he just got you bow-tied in a ribbon\n[02:21.70] Been in my driveway, not gettin' driven\n[02:24.78] Y'all some bench bitches (hatin'), haha, ho, y'all just started startin'\n[02:29.01] Birthday at Carbone, to me, that's Olive Garden\n[02:31.64] A nigga couldn't take me there, that's y'all department\n[02:34.31] Tasteless, huh, basic\n[02:36.81] I'm a Waldorf penthouse every state, bitch\n[02:39.79] 2016, I had Fashion Nova lit, huh\n[02:42.40] Ask Rich, y'all need your ass whipped\n[02:45.46] What the fuck you mean this bitch is out-dressin' me? (Why these bitches hatin'?)\n[02:49.25] How that bitch outdressin' me with my fuckin' vibe, bitch? (Why these bitches hatin'?)\n[02:53.55] Huh, I dressed that bitch, haha\n[02:57.05] Fixin' y'all mouth to talk fashion with me\n[02:58.88] I'm the one who showed these girls what fashion could be\n[03:01.42] The first rap bitch on the cover of Vogue\n[03:03.93] But somehow y'all passed me, I suppose?\n[03:06.83] I know your type, all bold and all cap\n[03:09.79] 'Fore the love of hip-hop, y'all knew me before that\n[03:12.34] These bitches is nuts, bitches is ball sacks\n[03:15.30] And behind my back, bitches be tight like bra straps, ay (hatin')\n[03:18.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Imaginary Playerz\n  artist: Cardi B\n  album: Imaginary Playerz\n  duration_ms: 208000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, it's the motherfuckin' Brimcess, you heard?\n  start_ms: 2120\n  end_ms: 6670\n- text: The shit these bitches be braggin' about is like\n  start_ms: 6670\n  end_ms: 9520\n- text: Shit I was doin' in like 2016, type shit\n  start_ms: 9520\n  end_ms: 13890\n- text: Like (why these bitches hatin'?)\n  start_ms: 13890\n  end_ms: 15940\n- text: You bitches don't even know the difference between vintage and archive, like\n  start_ms: 15940\n  end_ms: 19320\n- text: (Why these bitches hatin'?) 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Yeah, look\n\n  Now I spit that other shit, pretty motherfucker shit\n  Cardi B, every song platinum, I'm not the other bitch\n  Whatever you was gon' pay her, you gotta double it\n  Glory hole, bitches don't know who they fuckin' with\n\n  Their money my stocks and share money\n  Your bookin' fee is my makeup and hair money\n  Bitches say I think I'm the shit, and do (and do), and did\n  Just know you bitches can't live\n\n  I got the hottest shit, hop out, poppin' it\n  They say I walk around lookin' like a compliment\n  Shut up, stop whinin', Cardi still shinin'\n  Hos kept complainin', so I copped more diamonds\n\n  And more archive, vintage couture on me\n  I got more Gaultier than Jean probably\n  Summer with cheeks out, Winter, it's minks out\n  I buy grown man watches and make 'em take links out, bitch\n\n  (Why these bitches hatin'?) I mean\n  It's really easy for me to talk this shit, 'cause I live this shit (why these bitches hatin'?)\n  I just gotta make it rhyme\n\n  Bitches, I leave 'em all fucked, fists be balled up\n  Y'all hos look cheap, that shit don't cost much\n  I'm a star, but I'll smack you, don't get star-struck\n  Patientce lookin' at me like, \"Cardi, what the fuck?\"\n\n  Striped like Thom Browne, these bitches should calm down\n  Quicker they lift up, the quicker they fall down\n  Poor thing, Twitter must be gassin' them heavy\n  Makin' them jump in the ring with the Brim before they ready\n\n  I seen whole fan pages make avatar changes\n  All that old love go to new fan bases\n  Now your 15 up, you already outta time\n  I'm a legend, they gon' hang my heels from the power lines, haha\n\n  (Why these bitches hatin'?) All I'm sayin' is\n  God forbid some shit happened to the Brim\n  Put my motherfuckin' heels in Nelson Ave (why these bitches hatin'?)\n  Bronx legend, you heard?\n\n  My flop and your flop is not the same\n  If you did my numbers, y'all would pop champagne\n  If I did your numbers, I would hop out a plane\n  Suicide, if I fall from the distance 'tween you and I\n\n  They gotta be kiddin'\n  Whatever they smokin' on, it gotta be hittin'\n  The bag you just posted been in the closet sittin'\n  The car he just got you bow-tied in a ribbon\n\n  Been in my driveway, not gettin' driven\n  Y'all some bench bitches (hatin'), haha, ho, y'all just started startin'\n  Birthday at Carbone, to me, that's Olive Garden\n  A nigga couldn't take me there, that's y'all department\n\n  Tasteless, huh, basic\n  I'm a Waldorf penthouse every state, bitch\n  2016, I had Fashion Nova lit, huh\n  Ask Rich, y'all need your ass whipped\n\n  What the fuck you mean this bitch is out-dressin' me? (Why these bitches hatin'?)\n  How that bitch outdressin' me with my fuckin' vibe, bitch? (Why these bitches hatin'?)\n  Huh, I dressed that bitch, haha\n\n  Fixin' y'all mouth to talk fashion with me\n  I'm the one who showed these girls what fashion could be\n  The first rap bitch on the cover of Vogue\n  But somehow y'all passed me, I suppose?\n\n  I know your type, all bold and all cap\n  'Fore the love of hip-hop, y'all knew me before that\n  These bitches is nuts, bitches is ball sacks\n  And behind my back, bitches be tight like bra straps, ay (hatin')\n"},{"id":29645230,"name":"Imaginary Playerz","trackName":"Imaginary Playerz","artistName":"Cardi B","albumName":"Cardi B Songs","duration":208.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, it's the motherfuckin' Brimcess, you heard?\nThe shit these bitches be braggin' about is like\nShit I was doin' in like 2016, type shit\nLike (why these bitches hatin'?)\nYou bitches don't even know the difference between vintage and archive, like\n(Why these bitches hatin'?) Yeah, look\n\nNow I spit that other shit, pretty motherfucker shit\nCardi B, every song platinum, I'm not the other bitch\nWhatever you was gon' pay her, you gotta double it\nGlory hole, bitches don't know who they fuckin' with\n\nTheir money my stocks and share money\nYour bookin' fee is my makeup and hair money\nBitches say I think I'm the shit, and do (and do), and did\nJust know you bitches can't live\n\nI got the hottest shit, hop out, poppin' it\nThey say I walk around lookin' like a compliment\nShut up, stop whinin', Cardi still shinin'\nHos kept complainin', so I copped more diamonds\n\nAnd more archive, vintage couture on me\nI got more Gaultier than Jean probably\nSummer with cheeks out, Winter, it's minks out\nI buy grown man watches and make 'em take links out, bitch\n\n(Why these bitches hatin'?) I mean\nIt's really easy for me to talk this shit, 'cause I live this shit (why these bitches hatin'?)\nI just gotta make it rhyme\n\nBitches, I leave 'em all fucked, fists be balled up\nY'all hos look cheap, that shit don't cost much\nI'm a star, but I'll smack you, don't get star-struck\nPatientce lookin' at me like, \"Cardi, what the fuck?\"\n\nStriped like Thom Browne, these bitches should calm down\nQuicker they lift up, the quicker they fall down\nPoor thing, Twitter must be gassin' them heavy\nMakin' them jump in the ring with the Brim before they ready\n\nI seen whole fan pages make avatar changes\nAll that old love go to new fan bases\nNow your 15 up, you already outta time\nI'm a legend, they gon' hang my heels from the power lines, haha\n\n(Why these bitches hatin'?) All I'm sayin' is\nGod forbid some shit happened to the Brim\nPut my motherfuckin' heels in Nelson Ave (why these bitches hatin'?)\nBronx legend, you heard?\n\nMy flop and your flop is not the same\nIf you did my numbers, y'all would pop champagne\nIf I did your numbers, I would hop out a plane\nSuicide, if I fall from the distance 'tween you and I\n\nThey gotta be kiddin'\nWhatever they smokin' on, it gotta be hittin'\nThe bag you just posted been in the closet sittin'\nThe car he just got you bow-tied in a ribbon\n\nBeen in my driveway, not gettin' driven\nY'all some bench bitches (hatin'), haha, ho, y'all just started startin'\nBirthday at Carbone, to me, that's Olive Garden\nA nigga couldn't take me there, that's y'all department\n\nTasteless, huh, basic\nI'm a Waldorf penthouse every state, bitch\n2016, I had Fashion Nova lit, huh\nAsk Rich, y'all need your ass whipped\n\nWhat the fuck you mean this bitch is out-dressin' me? (Why these bitches hatin'?)\nHow that bitch outdressin' me with my fuckin' vibe, bitch? (Why these bitches hatin'?)\nHuh, I dressed that bitch, haha\n\nFixin' y'all mouth to talk fashion with me\nI'm the one who showed these girls what fashion could be\nThe first rap bitch on the cover of Vogue\nBut somehow y'all passed me, I suppose?\n\nI know your type, all bold and all cap\n'Fore the love of hip-hop, y'all knew me before that\nThese bitches is nuts, bitches is ball sacks\nAnd behind my back, bitches be tight like bra straps, ay (hatin')","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.12] Yeah, it's the motherfuckin' Brimcess, you heard?\n[00:06.67] The shit these bitches be braggin' about is like\n[00:09.52] Shit I was doin' in like 2016, type shit\n[00:13.89] Like (why these bitches hatin'?)\n[00:15.94] You bitches don't even know the difference between vintage and archive, like\n[00:19.32] (Why these bitches hatin'?) Yeah, look\n[00:22.98] Now I spit that other shit, pretty motherfucker shit\n[00:26.30] Cardi B, every song platinum, I'm not the other bitch\n[00:29.11] Whatever you was gon' pay her, you gotta double it\n[00:31.61] Glory hole, bitches don't know who they fuckin' with\n[00:34.22] Their money my stocks and share money\n[00:36.93] Your bookin' fee is my makeup and hair money\n[00:39.41] Bitches say I think I'm the shit, and do (and do), and did\n[00:43.80] Just know you bitches can't live\n[00:45.07] I got the hottest shit, hop out, poppin' it\n[00:47.77] They say I walk around lookin' like a compliment\n[00:50.35] Shut up, stop whinin', Cardi still shinin'\n[00:53.22] Hos kept complainin', so I copped more diamonds\n[00:55.88] And more archive, vintage couture on me\n[00:58.71] I got more Gaultier than Jean probably\n[01:01.42] Summer with cheeks out, Winter, it's minks out\n[01:03.94] I buy grown man watches and make 'em take links out, bitch\n[01:07.14] (Why these bitches hatin'?) I mean\n[01:09.82] It's really easy for me to talk this shit, 'cause I live this shit (why these bitches hatin'?)\n[01:14.16] I just gotta make it rhyme\n[01:17.39] Bitches, I leave 'em all fucked, fists be balled up\n[01:20.54] Y'all hos look cheap, that shit don't cost much\n[01:23.36] I'm a star, but I'll smack you, don't get star-struck\n[01:25.85] Patientce lookin' at me like, \"Cardi, what the fuck?\"\n[01:28.90] Striped like Thom Browne, these bitches should calm down\n[01:31.43] Quicker they lift up, the quicker they fall down\n[01:34.37] Poor thing, Twitter must be gassin' them heavy\n[01:36.88] Makin' them jump in the ring with the Brim before they ready\n[01:39.56] I seen whole fan pages make avatar changes\n[01:42.27] All that old love go to new fan bases\n[01:45.01] Now your 15 up, you already outta time\n[01:47.87] I'm a legend, they gon' hang my heels from the power lines, haha\n[01:51.03] (Why these bitches hatin'?) All I'm sayin' is\n[01:54.20] God forbid some shit happened to the Brim\n[01:56.28] Put my motherfuckin' heels in Nelson Ave (why these bitches hatin'?)\n[01:59.66] Bronx legend, you heard?\n[02:01.42] My flop and your flop is not the same\n[02:03.90] If you did my numbers, y'all would pop champagne\n[02:06.55] If I did your numbers, I would hop out a plane\n[02:09.62] Suicide, if I fall from the distance 'tween you and I\n[02:12.48] They gotta be kiddin'\n[02:13.71] Whatever they smokin' on, it gotta be hittin'\n[02:16.46] The bag you just posted been in the closet sittin'\n[02:19.09] The car he just got you bow-tied in a ribbon\n[02:21.70] Been in my driveway, not gettin' driven\n[02:24.78] Y'all some bench bitches (hatin'), haha, ho, y'all just started startin'\n[02:29.01] Birthday at Carbone, to me, that's Olive Garden\n[02:31.64] A nigga couldn't take me there, that's y'all department\n[02:34.31] Tasteless, huh, basic\n[02:36.81] I'm a Waldorf penthouse every state, bitch\n[02:39.79] 2016, I had Fashion Nova lit, huh\n[02:42.40] Ask Rich, y'all need your ass whipped\n[02:45.46] What the fuck you mean this bitch is out-dressin' me? (Why these bitches hatin'?)\n[02:49.25] How that bitch outdressin' me with my fuckin' vibe, bitch? (Why these bitches hatin'?)\n[02:53.55] Huh, I dressed that bitch, haha\n[02:57.05] Fixin' y'all mouth to talk fashion with me\n[02:58.88] I'm the one who showed these girls what fashion could be\n[03:01.42] The first rap bitch on the cover of Vogue\n[03:03.93] But somehow y'all passed me, I suppose?\n[03:06.83] I know your type, all bold and all cap\n[03:09.79] 'Fore the love of hip-hop, y'all knew me before that\n[03:12.34] These bitches is nuts, bitches is ball sacks\n[03:15.30] And behind my back, bitches be tight like bra straps, ay (hatin')\n[03:18.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Imaginary Playerz\n  artist: Cardi B\n  album: Cardi B Songs\n  duration_ms: 208000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, it's the motherfuckin' Brimcess, you heard?\n  start_ms: 2120\n  end_ms: 6670\n- text: The shit these bitches be braggin' about is like\n  start_ms: 6670\n  end_ms: 9520\n- text: Shit I was doin' in like 2016, type shit\n  start_ms: 9520\n  end_ms: 13890\n- text: Like (why these bitches hatin'?)\n  start_ms: 13890\n  end_ms: 15940\n- text: You bitches don't even know the difference between vintage and archive, like\n  start_ms: 15940\n  end_ms: 19320\n- text: (Why these bitches hatin'?) 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Yeah, look\n\nNow I spit that other shit, pretty motherfucker shit\nCardi B, every song platinum, I'm not the other bitch\nWhatever you was gon' pay her, you gotta double it\nGlory hole, bitches don't know who they fuckin' with\n\nTheir money my stocks and share money\nYour bookin' fee is my makeup and hair money\nBitches say I think I'm the shit, and do (and do), and did\nJust know you bitches can't live\n\nI got the hottest shit, hop out, poppin' it\nThey say I walk around lookin' like a compliment\nShut up, stop whinin', Cardi still shinin'\nHos kept complainin', so I copped more diamonds\n\nAnd more archive, vintage couture on me\nI got more Gaultier than Jean probably\nSummer with cheeks out, Winter, it's minks out\nI buy grown man watches and make 'em take links out, bitch\n\n(Why these bitches hatin'?) I mean\nIt's really easy for me to talk this shit, 'cause I live this shit (why these bitches hatin'?)\nI just gotta make it rhyme\n\nBitches, I leave 'em all fucked, fists be balled up\nY'all hos look cheap, that shit don't cost much\nI'm a star, but I'll smack you, don't get star-struck\nPatientce lookin' at me like, \"Cardi, what the fuck?\"\n\nStriped like Thom Browne, these bitches should calm down\nQuicker they lift up, the quicker they fall down\nPoor thing, Twitter must be gassin' them heavy\nMakin' them jump in the ring with the Brim before they ready\n\nI seen whole fan pages make avatar changes\nAll that old love go to new fan bases\nNow your 15 up, you already outta time\nI'm a legend, they gon' hang my heels from the power lines, haha\n\n(Why these bitches hatin'?) All I'm sayin' is\nGod forbid some shit happened to the Brim\nPut my motherfuckin' heels in Nelson Ave (why these bitches hatin'?)\nBronx legend, you heard?\n\nMy flop and your flop is not the same\nIf you did my numbers, y'all would pop champagne\nIf I did your numbers, I would hop out a plane\nSuicide, if I fall from the distance 'tween you and I\n\nThey gotta be kiddin'\nWhatever they smokin' on, it gotta be hittin'\nThe bag you just posted been in the closet sittin'\nThe car he just got you bow-tied in a ribbon\n\nBeen in my driveway, not gettin' driven\nY'all some bench bitches (hatin'), haha, ho, y'all just started startin'\nBirthday at Carbone, to me, that's Olive Garden\nA nigga couldn't take me there, that's y'all department\n\nTasteless, huh, basic\nI'm a Waldorf penthouse every state, bitch\n2016, I had Fashion Nova lit, huh\nAsk Rich, y'all need your ass whipped\n\nWhat the fuck you mean this bitch is out-dressin' me? (Why these bitches hatin'?)\nHow that bitch outdressin' me with my fuckin' vibe, bitch? (Why these bitches hatin'?)\nHuh, I dressed that bitch, haha\n\nFixin' y'all mouth to talk fashion with me\nI'm the one who showed these girls what fashion could be\nThe first rap bitch on the cover of Vogue\nBut somehow y'all passed me, I suppose?\n\nI know your type, all bold and all cap\n'Fore the love of hip-hop, y'all knew me before that\nThese bitches is nuts, bitches is ball sacks\nAnd behind my back, bitches be tight like bra straps, ay (hatin')","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.12] Yeah, it's the motherfuckin' Brimcess, you heard?\n[00:06.67] The shit these bitches be braggin' about is like\n[00:09.52] Shit I was doin' in like 2016, type shit\n[00:13.89] Like (why these bitches hatin'?)\n[00:15.94] You bitches don't even know the difference between vintage and archive, like\n[00:19.32] (Why these bitches hatin'?) Yeah, look\n[00:22.98] Now I spit that other shit, pretty motherfucker shit\n[00:26.30] Cardi B, every song platinum, I'm not the other bitch\n[00:29.11] Whatever you was gon' pay her, you gotta double it\n[00:31.61] Glory hole, bitches don't know who they fuckin' with\n[00:34.22] Their money my stocks and share money\n[00:36.93] Your bookin' fee is my makeup and hair money\n[00:39.41] Bitches say I think I'm the shit, and do (and do), and did\n[00:43.80] Just know you bitches can't live\n[00:45.07] I got the hottest shit, hop out, poppin' it\n[00:47.77] They say I walk around lookin' like a compliment\n[00:50.35] Shut up, stop whinin', Cardi still shinin'\n[00:53.22] Hos kept complainin', so I copped more diamonds\n[00:55.88] And more archive, vintage couture on me\n[00:58.71] I got more Gaultier than Jean probably\n[01:01.42] Summer with cheeks out, Winter, it's minks out\n[01:03.94] I buy grown man watches and make 'em take links out, bitch\n[01:07.14] (Why these bitches hatin'?) I mean\n[01:09.82] It's really easy for me to talk this shit, 'cause I live this shit (why these bitches hatin'?)\n[01:14.16] I just gotta make it rhyme\n[01:17.39] Bitches, I leave 'em all fucked, fists be balled up\n[01:20.54] Y'all hos look cheap, that shit don't cost much\n[01:23.36] I'm a star, but I'll smack you, don't get star-struck\n[01:25.85] Patientce lookin' at me like, \"Cardi, what the fuck?\"\n[01:28.90] Striped like Thom Browne, these bitches should calm down\n[01:31.43] Quicker they lift up, the quicker they fall down\n[01:34.37] Poor thing, Twitter must be gassin' them heavy\n[01:36.88] Makin' them jump in the ring with the Brim before they ready\n[01:39.56] I seen whole fan pages make avatar changes\n[01:42.27] All that old love go to new fan bases\n[01:45.01] Now your 15 up, you already outta time\n[01:47.87] I'm a legend, they gon' hang my heels from the power lines, haha\n[01:51.03] (Why these bitches hatin'?) 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(Why these bitches hatin'?)\n[02:49.25] How that bitch outdressin' me with my fuckin' vibe, bitch? 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Yeah, look\n  start_ms: 19330\n  end_ms: 22960\n- text: Now I spit that other shit, pretty motherfucker shit\n  start_ms: 22960\n  end_ms: 26210\n- text: Cardi B, every song platinum, I'm not the other bitch\n  start_ms: 26210\n  end_ms: 29120\n- text: Whatever you was gon' pay her, you gotta double it\n  start_ms: 29120\n  end_ms: 31640\n- text: Glory hole, bitches don't know who they fuckin' with\n  start_ms: 31640\n  end_ms: 34200\n- text: Their money my stocks and share money\n  start_ms: 34200\n  end_ms: 36950\n- text: Your bookin' fee is my makeup and hair money\n  start_ms: 36950\n  end_ms: 39430\n- text: Bitches say I think I'm the shit, and do (and do), and did\n  start_ms: 39430\n  end_ms: 43780\n- text: Just know you bitches can't live\n  start_ms: 43780\n  end_ms: 45020\n- text: I got the hottest shit, hop out, poppin' it\n  start_ms: 45020\n  end_ms: 47740\n- text: They say I walk around lookin' like a compliment\n  start_ms: 47740\n  end_ms: 50330\n- text: Shut up, stop whinin', Cardi still shinin'\n  start_ms: 50330\n  end_ms: 53240\n- text: Hos kept complainin', so I copped more diamonds\n  start_ms: 53240\n  end_ms: 55820\n- text: And more archive, vintage couture on me\n  start_ms: 55820\n  end_ms: 58740\n- text: I got more Gaultier than Jean probably\n  start_ms: 58740\n  end_ms: 61480\n- text: Summer with cheeks out, Winter, it's minks out\n  start_ms: 61480\n  end_ms: 63900\n- text: I buy grown man watches and make 'em take links out, bitch\n  start_ms: 63900\n  end_ms: 67180\n- text: (Why these bitches hatin'?) I mean\n  start_ms: 67180\n  end_ms: 69890\n- text: It's really easy for me to talk this shit, 'cause I live this shit (why these bitches hatin'?)\n  start_ms: 69890\n  end_ms: 74160\n- text: I just gotta make it rhyme\n  start_ms: 74160\n  end_ms: 77350\n- text: Bitches, I leave 'em all fucked, fists be balled up\n  start_ms: 77350\n  end_ms: 80600\n- text: Y'all hos look cheap, that shit don't cost much\n  start_ms: 80600\n  end_ms: 83340\n- text: I'm a star, but I'll smack you, don't get star-struck\n  start_ms: 83340\n  end_ms: 85810\n- text: Patientce lookin' at me like, \"Cardi, what the fuck?\"\n  start_ms: 85810\n  end_ms: 88900\n- text: Striped like Thom Browne, these bitches should calm down\n  start_ms: 88900\n  end_ms: 91460\n- text: Quicker they lift up, the quicker they fall down\n  start_ms: 91460\n  end_ms: 94330\n- text: Poor thing, Twitter must be gassin' them heavy\n  start_ms: 94330\n  end_ms: 96830\n- text: Makin' them jump in the ring with the Brim before they ready\n  start_ms: 96830\n  end_ms: 99550\n- text: I seen whole fan pages make avatar changes\n  start_ms: 99550\n  end_ms: 102290\n- text: All that old love go to new fan bases\n  start_ms: 102290\n  end_ms: 105050\n- text: Now your 15 up, you already outta time\n  start_ms: 105050\n  end_ms: 107880\n- text: I'm a legend, they gon' hang my heels from the power lines, haha\n  start_ms: 107880\n  end_ms: 111040\n- text: (Why these bitches hatin'?) All I'm sayin' is\n  start_ms: 111040\n  end_ms: 114240\n- text: God forbid some shit happened to the Brim\n  start_ms: 114240\n  end_ms: 116300\n- text: Put my motherfuckin' heels in Nelson Ave (why these bitches hatin'?)\n  start_ms: 116300\n  end_ms: 119700\n- text: Bronx legend, you heard?\n  start_ms: 119700\n  end_ms: 121450\n- text: My flop and your flop is not the same\n  start_ms: 121450\n  end_ms: 123940\n- text: If you did my numbers, y'all would pop champagne\n  start_ms: 123940\n  end_ms: 126510\n- text: If I did your numbers, I would hop out a plane\n  start_ms: 126510\n  end_ms: 129640\n- text: Suicide, if I fall from the distance 'tween you and I\n  start_ms: 129640\n  end_ms: 132470\n- text: They gotta be kiddin'\n  start_ms: 132470\n  end_ms: 133750\n- text: Whatever they smokin' on, it gotta be hittin'\n  start_ms: 133750\n  end_ms: 136450\n- text: The bag you just posted been in the closet sittin'\n  start_ms: 136450\n  end_ms: 139010\n- text: The car he just got you bow-tied in a ribbon\n  start_ms: 139010\n  end_ms: 141670\n- text: Been in my driveway, not gettin' driven\n  start_ms: 141670\n  end_ms: 144710\n- text: Y'all some bench bitches (hatin'), haha, ho, y'all just started startin'\n  start_ms: 144710\n  end_ms: 149100\n- text: Birthday at Carbone, to me, that's Olive Garden\n  start_ms: 149100\n  end_ms: 151670\n- text: A nigga couldn't take me there, that's y'all department\n  start_ms: 151670\n  end_ms: 154380\n- text: Tasteless, huh, basic\n  start_ms: 154380\n  end_ms: 156870\n- text: I'm a Waldorf penthouse every state, bitch\n  start_ms: 156870\n  end_ms: 159730\n- text: 2016, I had Fashion Nova lit, huh\n  start_ms: 159730\n  end_ms: 162420\n- text: Ask Rich, y'all need your ass whipped\n  start_ms: 162420\n  end_ms: 165480\n- text: What the fuck you mean this bitch is out-dressin' me? (Why these bitches hatin'?)\n  start_ms: 165480\n  end_ms: 169260\n- text: How that bitch outdressin' me with my fuckin' vibe, bitch? (Why these bitches hatin'?)\n  start_ms: 169260\n  end_ms: 173540\n- text: Huh, I dressed that bitch, haha\n  start_ms: 173540\n  end_ms: 177060\n- text: Fixin' y'all mouth to talk fashion with me\n  start_ms: 177060\n  end_ms: 178810\n- text: I'm the one who showed these girls what fashion could be\n  start_ms: 178810\n  end_ms: 181460\n- text: The first rap bitch on the cover of Vogue\n  start_ms: 181460\n  end_ms: 183990\n- text: But somehow y'all passed me, I suppose?\n  start_ms: 183990\n  end_ms: 186860\n- text: I know your type, all bold and all cap\n  start_ms: 186860\n  end_ms: 189760\n- text: '''Fore the love of hip-hop, y''all knew me before that'\n  start_ms: 189760\n  end_ms: 192340\n- text: These bitches is nuts, bitches is ball sacks\n  start_ms: 192340\n  end_ms: 195340\n- text: And behind my back, bitches be tight like bra straps, ay (hatin')\n  start_ms: 195340\n  end_ms: 197830\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 197830\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, it's the motherfuckin' Brimcess, you heard?\n  The shit these bitches be braggin' about is like\n  Shit I was doin' in like 2016, type shit\n  Like (why these bitches hatin'?)\n  You bitches don't even know the difference between vintage and archive, like\n  (Why these bitches hatin'?) Yeah, look\n\n  Now I spit that other shit, pretty motherfucker shit\n  Cardi B, every song platinum, I'm not the other bitch\n  Whatever you was gon' pay her, you gotta double it\n  Glory hole, bitches don't know who they fuckin' with\n\n  Their money my stocks and share money\n  Your bookin' fee is my makeup and hair money\n  Bitches say I think I'm the shit, and do (and do), and did\n  Just know you bitches can't live\n\n  I got the hottest shit, hop out, poppin' it\n  They say I walk around lookin' like a compliment\n  Shut up, stop whinin', Cardi still shinin'\n  Hos kept complainin', so I copped more diamonds\n\n  And more archive, vintage couture on me\n  I got more Gaultier than Jean probably\n  Summer with cheeks out, Winter, it's minks out\n  I buy grown man watches and make 'em take links out, bitch\n\n  (Why these bitches hatin'?) I mean\n  It's really easy for me to talk this shit, 'cause I live this shit (why these bitches hatin'?)\n  I just gotta make it rhyme\n\n  Bitches, I leave 'em all fucked, fists be balled up\n  Y'all hos look cheap, that shit don't cost much\n  I'm a star, but I'll smack you, don't get star-struck\n  Patientce lookin' at me like, \"Cardi, what the fuck?\"\n\n  Striped like Thom Browne, these bitches should calm down\n  Quicker they lift up, the quicker they fall down\n  Poor thing, Twitter must be gassin' them heavy\n  Makin' them jump in the ring with the Brim before they ready\n\n  I seen whole fan pages make avatar changes\n  All that old love go to new fan bases\n  Now your 15 up, you already outta time\n  I'm a legend, they gon' hang my heels from the power lines, haha\n\n  (Why these bitches hatin'?) All I'm sayin' is\n  God forbid some shit happened to the Brim\n  Put my motherfuckin' heels in Nelson Ave (why these bitches hatin'?)\n  Bronx legend, you heard?\n\n  My flop and your flop is not the same\n  If you did my numbers, y'all would pop champagne\n  If I did your numbers, I would hop out a plane\n  Suicide, if I fall from the distance 'tween you and I\n\n  They gotta be kiddin'\n  Whatever they smokin' on, it gotta be hittin'\n  The bag you just posted been in the closet sittin'\n  The car he just got you bow-tied in a ribbon\n\n  Been in my driveway, not gettin' driven\n  Y'all some bench bitches (hatin'), haha, ho, y'all just started startin'\n  Birthday at Carbone, to me, that's Olive Garden\n  A nigga couldn't take me there, that's y'all department\n\n  Tasteless, huh, basic\n  I'm a Waldorf penthouse every state, bitch\n  2016, I had Fashion Nova lit, huh\n  Ask Rich, y'all need your ass whipped\n\n  What the fuck you mean this bitch is out-dressin' me? (Why these bitches hatin'?)\n  How that bitch outdressin' me with my fuckin' vibe, bitch? (Why these bitches hatin'?)\n  Huh, I dressed that bitch, haha\n\n  Fixin' y'all mouth to talk fashion with me\n  I'm the one who showed these girls what fashion could be\n  The first rap bitch on the cover of Vogue\n  But somehow y'all passed me, I suppose?\n\n  I know your type, all bold and all cap\n  'Fore the love of hip-hop, y'all knew me before that\n  These bitches is nuts, bitches is ball sacks\n  And behind my back, bitches be tight like bra straps, ay (hatin')\n"}]