Summer Walker – Bitter (Narration By Cardi B) Lyrics

 

Bitter (Narration By Cardi B) Lyrics by Summer Walker & Cardi B

 

Bitter, stop playin’ with me
Bitch better stop playin’ with me
Bitter, uh
Mad at me, mad at my n****
(Better stop playing with me)
Better stop playing with me

Mmm, bitter, yeah
Mad at me, mad at my n****
Mad at the fact he ain’t with you
Mad at the fact that it’s me

But this shit bigger

Than me and you alone
So, why you putting on
For the Shade Room and Insta
Bitches just be looking for attention

Trust me, you can get it (Get it)
Pull up whenever, whenever
You know I’m with it
Don’t get it twisted
Nothing like none of these bitches

But sometimes I get in my feelings
Sometimes I know I be trippin’ (Trippin’)
But why these hoes all in our business?

How he don’t care ’bout his children?
How he ‘sposed to be there? Y’all won’t let him get ’em
How you posting like that on the ‘Gram for a thousand? I bet you can’t post a picture
(Bet you can’t, bet you can’t)

Wondering if you even know this bitch for real
London, did you screw this bitch for real?
Baby on that groupie shit for real

And I know she thought she struck
When she let a n**** fuck
Now that bitch there lookin’ stuck (Stuck as fuck)
And I bet you when you came
That she thought she came up
Now that bitch is feeling dumb

She prolly thought it came with a million
She prolly thought you’d changed how she living
Prolly thought that dick came with the fame and the riches

Bitter
Mad at me, mad at my n****
Mad at the fact he ain’t with you
Mad at the fact that it’s me

But this shit bigger

Than me and you alone
So, why you puttin’ on
For the Shade Room and Insta?
Bitches just be looking for attention

Bitter baby mama
Always point her finger at a n****
Whenever there’s the problem
Always put the blame on a n****
Instead of tryna solve it
Always wanna gossip

Her and her friend, they be talking
But whatever they be saying ain’t ’bout shit
Think a n**** supposed to pay for they outfit

Get her nails and feet done and her did
Yeah
You a ain’t shit bitch
Claim you independent, but you ain’t did shit
Live in Section 8 and still can’t pay rent
(Better stop playing with me)
You a ain’t shit bitch
Leave your children with your mama and you ain’t raised shit
But you want that child support
What you think this is?
Oh

Just because you let him smash
That don’t mean he ever knew ya
Just ’cause y’all got a past, that don’t mean y’all got a future
That’s mine for life
No switchin’ sides
We ride or die

And that’s why I know you

Bitter (Bitter)
Mad at me, mad at my n****
Mad at the fact he ain’t with you
Mad at the fact that it’s me

But this shit bigger (But this shit bigger)
Than me and you alone
So, why you puttin’ on
For the Shade Room and Insta?
Bitches just be lookin’ for attention
(Better stop playing with me)
(Bitch, you better stop playing with me)

Well, Summer Walker, you know I been seeing
You know all the bullshit that been going on with you today
And you know, I don’t know if the rumors are true
I don’t know, I don’t care, it’s not my business
But if it is true, don’t let bitches like, make
Don’t have them feel like they have a one-up by destroying your moment by fucking telling your business
To the world on some, “Ha-ha! Yeah, I’ma do it on purpose, I’ma do it spitefully”
Do it your own way and do it beautifully, do it special

If you are pregnant and everything
Say it in a beautiful way, in your music, say why you
You know, decided to be with your n**** even though y’all have problems
Put that drama in your music
Yeah, ’cause if bitches wanna get clout off you
You gon’ get clout off them, and you gon’ put that shit in your music
Say some shit like, “I got my own fucking money”
Make them bitches feel hurt, hit them bitches where it hurt
And put that shit in your music
And make money off it in your music
Fuck these hoes!