Pareciera que salió de la nada y es que mientras el mundo soportaba los embates de “Despacito”, llegó Taylor Swift con “Look What You Made Me Do”. Lo que nadie esperaba, fue la sorpresiva aparición de Cardi B para tumbar del primer lugar del Billboard a Taylor Swfit.
¿Cardy qué? Se llama Cardy B y no es un éxito cualquiera, se trata de tan sólo la segunda rapera en llegar al número 1 de Billboard en los últimos 20 años; tan sólo detrás de Lauryn Hill. Además, recordemos que el conteo de Billboard hoy recopila el número de veces que una canción suena en las estaciones de radio, plataformas de streaming e incluso las vistas en YouTube, lo que se básicamente se traduce en lo que la gente realmente está escuchando.
De madre trininatia y padre dominicano, Belcalis Almánzar es el verdadero nombre de Cardy B, cuyo apodo realmente se debe al Bacardi (¡salud!) y que hasta el 2015 trabajaba como stripper en Nueva York, asegurando que “el strip club me salvó, me dio comer y me dio un techo”. Y es que antes de entrarle a la música, Cardy B fue víctima de abuso doméstico, lo cuál la llevo precisamente a trabajar como stripper para ganar dinero y salir adelante.
Con el paso de los meses se fue ganando un nombre en Instagram y finalmente ha llegado a dinamitar las listas de popularidad con “Bodak Yellow”, titulada en honor a Kodak Black.
LETRA:
Said little bitch, you can’t fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get ‘em both
I don’t wanna choose
And I’m quick, cut a nigga hustle
Don’t get comfortable
Look, I don’t dance now
I make money moves
Say I don’t gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don’t speak
That means I don’t fuck with you
I’m a boss, you a worker bitch
I make bloody moves
Now she says she gon’ do what to who?
Let’s find out and see, Cardi B
You know where I’m at
You know where I be
You in the club just to party
I’m there, I get paid a fee
I be in and out them banks so much
I know they’re tired of me
Honestly, don’t give a fuck
‘Bout who ain’t fond of me
Dropped two mixtapes in six months
What bitch working as hard as me?
I don’t bother with these hoes
Don’t let these hoes bother me
They see pictures, they say goals
Bitch, I’m who they tryna be
Look, I might just chill in some Bape
I might just chill with your boo
I might just feel on your babe
My pussy feel like a lake
He wanna swim with his face
I’m like okay
I’ll let him do what he want
He buy me Yves Saint Laurent
And the new whip
When I go fast as a horse
I got the trunk in the front
I’m the hottest in the street
Know you prolly heard of me
Got a bag and fixed my teeth
Hope you hoes know it ain’t cheap
And I pay my mama bills
I ain’t got no time to chill
Think these hoes be mad at me
Their baby father want a bill
Said little bitch, you can’t fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get ‘em both
I don’t wanna choose
And I’m quick, cut a nigga hustle
Don’t get comfortable
Look, I don’t dance now
I make money moves
Say I don’t gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don’t speak
That means I don’t fuck with you
I’m a boss, you a worker bitch
I make bloody moves
If you a pussy you get popped
You a groupie, you a opp
Bet you come around my way
You can’t hang around my block
And I just checked my accounts
Turns out, I’m rich, I’m rich, I’m rich
I put my hand above my hip
I bet, you dip, he dip, she dip
I say, I get the money and go
This shit is hot like a stove
My pussy glitter as gold
Tell that li’l bitch play her role
I just drove off in a Rolls
I just came up in a Wraith
I need to fill up the tank
No, I need to fill up the safe
I need to let all these hoes know
That none of they niggas is safe
I go to dinner and steak
Only the real can relate
I used to live in the P’s
Now it’s a crib with a gate
Rollie got charms, look like frosted flakes
Had to let these bitches know
Just in case these hoes forgot
I just run and check the mail
Another check from Mona Scott
Said little bitch, you can’t fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get ‘em both
I don’t wanna choose
And I’m quick, cut a nigga hustle
Don’t get comfortable
Look, I don’t dance now
I make money moves
Say I don’t gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don’t speak
That means I don’t fuck with you
I’m a boss, you a worker bitch
I make bloody moves.