Released on September 19, 2025

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[Chorus: Cardi B]

Yeah, better than you, look

Better than you, look, bitch, better than you, smell

Better than you, taste, better than you, face

Better than you, huh, everything better than you, look

Bitch, I'm better than you

That's your friend, fuck that bitch, I'm

Better than her too, uh-huh, shittin' on hoes, I got (What?)

Nothin' better to do, okay, yeah, better than you, and who?

Huh, huh, huh, face bomb, better than (And who?)


[Verse 1: Cardi B]

I'm a bad bitch in all my mirrors (Mirrors)

Diamonds and water, this bitch is clear (Clear)

Feelin' like losing my biggest fear (Fear)

I do it biggеr than bitches' veneers (Veneers)

Thеy throwin' shots, then tell 'em cheers (Cheers)

You ain't on my level, bitches' tears (Tears)

All my cars is chauffeured

I ain't touch door handles in years (Uh-huh)

Hoes gotta talk behind my back (My back)

'Cause that's where them hoes be at (Be at)

'Cause that's all them hoes gon' see (Gon' see)

This fat ass and this long-ass weave (Uh-huh)

I'm doin' shit they can't believe (Believe)

I'm doin' shit that they can't fathom (Huh)

Seven years off and it's still a classic

Seven years off and you still ain't passin', uh (Ah)

Eating hoes up, huh, give me a napkin (A napkin, ayy)

Yeah, bitches is hurt, ooh, get 'em an aspirin (Huh)

Daddy, take me to Aspen (Mhm)

I wanna twerk in a cabin (Yeah)

Pretty hoes do what they want

Ooh, that's the law of attraction


[Chorus: Cardi B]

Yeah, how I'm doin'

Better than you (Better than who?)

Better than you look, bitch (Than who?), better than you, smell (Taste)

Better than you, taste (Um), better than you, face (Dumb)

Better than you, huh (Ah, ah), everything better than you, look (Ah)

Bitch, I'm better than you (Than you)

That's your friend, fuck that bitch, I'm (And who? And who?)

Better than her too, uh-huh, shittin' on hoes, I got

Nothin' better to do, okay, yeah, better than you, and who? (Uh-huh, yeah, yeah)

Huh, huh, huh, face bomb, better than


[Verse 2: Cardi B]

Face bomb, my body galore (Yeah)

I'm at the game, it gotta be floor

Foot on they ass, it gotta be sore

Talk is cheap, so she gotta be poor

You know these bitches ain't got no taste (No)

You know these hoes ain't got no place (No)

You know these hoes ain't got no style (Haha)

I pop out when the crowd go wild

I show them how to be sex-sexy

She ain't dress like that 'fore she met me

Baby I'm crying, I'm dead, I'm weak

Bitches wanna steal my whole technique

Now that I got it, huh (Got it), baby, I'm polished (Polished)

Can't be modest, I'm too poppin' (Poppin')

Believe me, I tried it (Uh)

Suckin' my teeth, rollin' my eyelids, huh

These broke hoes make my coochie itch (Uh)

Can't no nigga ever braid on me, I don't care who he get (No)

I stay in the newest shit, my hair and my jewelry lit (Yeah)

If I like it, get two of it

On the phone with my man like, "Ooh, I would look cute in this" (Ah)


[Bridge: Cardi B]

Bitch, I'm better than you

Always better than you

Way more bread than you

Give better head than you

Always stand on you

Hoes be prostitutes, uh-huh

Ahahaha


[Verse 3: Cash Cobain]

No bitch better than you, get more bread than you

Hatin'-ass bitches talk shit on the 'net, but none of it ever be true

Ain't no bitch badder than you, ain't a bitch got swagger like you

And these bitches be all talk, but none of that matter to you

No bitch fuckin' with you

Know how to up it like you, know how to bust it like you

Came through, skin tea, body tea, these hoes ain't nothin' like you

Diamonds dance like Chris B's, bitch, please, nobody run it like you, like, damn

Who you know got it like you? Who you know pop it like you?

Who you know soon as you walk in the spot, make niggas' heart stop like you?

Makin' bitches' heart drop like you, givin' them hell nonstop like you

These bitches is not like you

Came straight from the bottom of the dirt, came out on top like you

And it's pain 'cause you put in all the work, can't no nigga process you

Can't no nigga pop it like you, got your own funds, you poppin' it too

Please don't argue with me, ain't no bitch hotter than she, like, damn