Letra de ‘Imaginary Playerz’: Cardi B faz sample de Jay Z e faz vídeo sobre sua vida luxuosa – Assista agora!

Cardi B lançou sua nova música, “Imaginary Playerz”, e o vídeo ostenta seu estilo de vida luxuoso.

A rapper sampleia a música “Imaginary Players”, de Jay Z, de 1997, e diz ter recebido a aprovação dele.

“Se ele não aprovasse, eu provavelmente nem me sentiria de um jeito específico, porque é tipo, ‘OK, talvez eu só precisasse gozar um pouco mais forte’. Mas estou feliz por ter gozado com força e ele ter adorado”, disse Cardi aos fãs em um bate-papo no X Spaces.

A música é a quinta faixa do próximo álbum de Cardi, “Am I the Drama?”, com lançamento previsto para 19 de setembro. Este é o segundo single oficial do álbum, depois de “Outside”.

Cardi faz um rap no começo da música: “Agora eu cuspo aquela outra m-rda, aquela m-rda linda de filho da puta / Cardi B, todas as músicas são platina, eu não sou a outra vadia / Seja lá o que você fosse pagar a ela, você tem que dobrar.”

Leia a letra abaixo!

[Intro]
Yeah
It’s the motherfuckin’ Brimcess, you heard?
The shit these bitches be braggin’ about is like
Shit I was doin’ in like 2016, type shit
Like (Why these bitches hatin’?)
You bitches don’t even know the difference between vintage and archive, like
(Why these bitches hatin’?)
Yeah, look

[Verse 1]
Now I spit that other shit, pretty motherfucker shit
Cardi B, every song platinum, I’m not the other bitch
Whatever you was gon’ pay her, you gotta double it
Gloryhole, bitches don’t know who they fuckin’ with
Their money my stocks and share money
Your booking fee is my makeup and hair money
Bitches say I think I’m the shit, and do (And do), and did
Just know you bitches can’t live
I got the hottest shit, hop out, poppin’ it
They say I walk around lookin’ like a compliment
Shut up, stop whinin’, Cardi still shinin’
Hoes kept complainin’, so I copped more diamonds
And more archive, vintage couture on me
I got more Gaultier than Jean probably
Summer with cheeks out, Winter, it’s minks out
I buy grown man watches and make ‘em take links out, bitch

[Interlude]
(Why these bitches hatin’?) I mean
It’s really easy for me to talk this shit, ‘cause I live this shit (Why these bitches hatin’?)
I just gotta make it rhyme

[Verse 2]
Bitches, I leave ‘em all fucked, fists be balled up
Y’all hoes look cheap, that shit don’t cost much
I’m a star, but I’ll smack you, don’t get starstruck
Patience lookin’ at me like, “Cardi, what the fuck?”
Striped like Thom Brown, these bitches should calm down
Quicker they lift up, the quicker they fall down
Poor thing, Twitter must be gassin’ them heavy
Makin’ them jump in the ring with the Brim before they ready
I seen whole fan pages make avatar changes
All that old love go to new fan bases
Now your fifteen up, you already out of time
I’m a legend, they gon’ hang my heels from the power lines, haha

[Interlude]
(Why these bitches hatin’?) All I’m sayin’ is
God forbid some shit happened to the Brim
Put my motherfuckin’ heels in Nelson Ave (Why these bitches hatin’?)
Bronx legend, you heard?

[Verse 3]
My flop and your flop is not the same
If you did my numbers, y’all would pop champagne
If I did your numbers, I would hop out a plane
Suicide, if I fall from the distance ‘tween you and I
They gotta be kidding
Whatever they smokin’ on, it gotta be hitting
The bag you just posted been in the closet sittin’
The car he just got you bow-tied in a ribbon
Been in my driveway, not gettin’ driven
Y’all some bench bitches, ho, y’all just started startin’
Birthday at Carbone, to me, that’s Olive Garden
A nigga couldn’t take me there, that’s y’all department
Tasteless, huh, basic
I’m a Waldorf penthouse every state, bitch
2016, I had Fashion Nova lit
Ask Rich, y’all need your ass whipped

[Interlude]
What the fuck you mean this bitch is out-dressin’ me? (Why these bitches hatin’?)
How that bitch outdressin’ me with my fuckin’ vibe, bitch? (Why these bitches hatin’?)
Duh, I dressed that bitch, haha

[Outro]
Fixin’ y’all mouth to talk fashion with me
I’m the one who showed these girls what fashion could be
The first rap bitch on the cover of Vogue
But somehow y’all passed me, I suppose?
I know your type, all bold and all cap
‘Fore the love of hip hop, y’all knew me before that
These bitches is nuts, bitches is ball sacks
And behind my back, bitches be tight like bra straps, ayy

Via: Just Jared