Summer Walker & Cardi B Lyrics
‘Bitter’ is a another song off Summer Walker’s “Over It” album – Bitter is actually the first track on the album – featuring a narration from rapper Cardi B, ‘Bitter’ was produced by music producers Amaire Johnson, Arsenio Archer, Bobbie, Sean Garrett and London On Da Track. Check out the full lyrics to ‘Bitter’ by Summer Walker below.
Summer Walker – Bitter (Narration By Cardi B) Lyrics
Intro: Summer Walker
Mm, mm, mm (Better stop playing with me)
(Bitch better stop playing with me)
Bitter, oh, mad at me, mad at my nigga (Better stop playing with me)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Playing with me)
(Better stop playing with me) Mm
Chorus: Summer Walker
Bitter, yeah, mad at me, mad at my nigga
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
Verse 1: Summer Walker
Trust me, you can get it (Get it)
Pull up whenever, whenever, you know I’m with it
Don’t gеt it twisted
Nothing like none of thеse bitches
But sometimes, I get in my feelings
Sometimes, I know I be tripping (Tripping)
But why these hoes all in our business?
How he don’t care ’bout his children? (How he don’t care?)
How he’s supposed to be there? Y’all won’t let him get ’em (‘Posed to be there)
How you posted 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 once she let a nigga fuck
Man that bitch is looking stuck (Stuck as fuck)
And I bet you when you came that she thought she came up
Now that bitch is feeling dumb (I bet your bitch feeling dumb)
She probably thought it came with a million (Came with a million)
She probably thought you changed how she living
Probably thought that dick came with the fame and the riches
Chorus: Summer Walker
Bitter (Bitter), mad at me, mad at my nigga
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
Verse 2: Summer Walker
Bitter baby mama
Always point her finger at a nigga whenever it’s a problem
Always put the blame on a nigga instead of tryna solve it
Always wanna gossip
Her and her friend have been talking
But whatever they be saying ain’t ’bout shit (Ain’t ’bout shit)
Think a nigga supposed to pay for they outfit
Get they nails and feet done and her hair did, yeah
You ain’t shit, bitch
Claim you independent, but you ain’t did shit
Live in Section 8, still can’t pay rent (Better stop playing with me)
You ain’t shit, bitch
So leave your children your mama and you ain’t raised shit
But you want that child support, what you think this is? Oh (Better stop playing with me)
Just because you let him smash that don’t mean he ever knew you (Better stop playing with me)
Just ’cause y’all got a past, that don’t mean you got a future (Better stop playing with me)
This mine for life (For life)
No switching sides (Switching sides)
We ride or die and that’s why I know you
Chorus: Summer Walker
Bitter (Bitter), mad at me, mad at my nigga
Mad at the fact he ain’t with you
Mad at the fact that it’s me
But this shit bigger (This shit bigger) than me and you alone
So why you putting on for the Shade Room and Insta’? (Shade Room)
Bitches just be looking for attention
Outro: Cardi B & Summer Walker
(Better stop playing with me)
(Bitch better stop playing with me)
Well, Summer Walker, you know I been seeing
You know, all the bullshit that’s 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 let 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 nigga
Even though you have problems, put that drama in your music, yeah
‘Cause if bitches wanna get clout off you, you gonna get clout off them
And you gonna 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
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