Cardi B – Bickenhead Lyrics

Bickenhead

Cardi B

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"Bickenhead." - Cardi B

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 05:43 pm

Album: Invasion of Privacy

Track No: 03

This goes for all my nasty hoes, yeah
From across the globe, whoo-wee
This goes for all my nasty hoes, yeah
From across the globe, look
Now I say, luxury apartments
I'm young and I'm heartless (Yeah)
There's a bitch that ain't my bitch, then that bitch is a target (Brrt)
Lawyer is a Jew, he gon' chew up all the charges
It don't matter if you fuck with me, I get money regardless (Cash)
That guap, guap, get some chicken
Guap, guap, get some bread
Guap, guap, get some chicken
Guap, guap, get some bread
Bitch, you pressed, you can flex
Get some money, hoe, tell me why you stressed?
Now I say hoe's down, G's up (G's up)
You know how I'm rockin' both my watches freezed up (Ice)
I can't wait until they drop that Lamborghini truck, I'm careful where I park it
Hoes will have it keyed up, them bitches gettin' beat up
Slim waist, ass fat, my shit is caked up
My bad bitch activate without no makeup
This that collard greens, cornbread, neck bone, back fat
Get it from my mama and you don't know where your daddy at
Nick-nack-patty-whack, give a dog a bone
Put it on him, then ya **** never comin' home
I'ma flex like a 'roid, I'm a ten she a droid
Stupid hoe, unimportant, unattractive, unemployed
Get some guap, guap, get some chicken
Guap, guap, get some bread
Guap, guap, get some chicken
Guap, guap, get some bread
Bitch, you pressed, you can flex
Get some money, hoe, tell me why you stressed?
I need that cheese, shorty, show me where it's at
You play with me, I might pop up where you at
You make believe, now with me, it's only facts
Expensive weave, and my checks is worth some racks
Pop that pussy like you ain't popped that pussy in a while
Pop that pussy like poppin' pussy is goin' out of style
Pop that pussy while you work
Pop that pussy up at church
Pop that pussy on a pole
Pop that pussy on the stove
Make that pussy slip and slide, like you from the 305
Put that tongue out in the mirror
Pop that pussy while you drive
Spread them ass cheeks open, make that pussy crack a smile
Lock your legs around that ****, make him give your ass a child
Give you some neck, gimme a check
Pussy so good, make a **** invest
Gimme a little spit, I gettin' it wet
I'll get it back up, just gimme a sec
Give him some vag, I'm gettin a bag
Give him some ass, I'm getting some Raf
When I'm done, I make him cum, but then he comin' off that cash
Get you some guap, guap, get some chicken
Guap, guap, get some bread
Guap, guap, get some chicken
Guap, guap, get some bread
Bitch, you pressed, you can flex
Get some money, hoe, tell me why you stressed?
I need that cheese, shorty, show me where it's at
You play with me, I might pop up where you at
You make believe, now with me, it's only facts
Expensive weaves, and my checks is worth some racks

Writer(s): Austin Owens, Belcalis Almanzar, Derrick Robert Ordogne, Dion Norman, James Foye III, Jordan Houston, Jordan Thorpe, Paul D Beauregard, Philip Coleman & Todd Anythony Shaw.

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