Bitter Lyrics – Summer Walker ft. Cardi B

[Intro: Summer Walker]
Mm, mm, mm (Better stop playing with me)
(B!tch better stop playing with me)
Bitter, oh, mad at me, mad at my n!gga
(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 n!gga
Mad at the fact he ain't witchu
Mad at the fact that it's me
This sh!t bigger than me and you alone
So why you putting on for the Shade Room and Insta'?
B!tch 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 get it twistеd, nothing like none of thesе b!tches
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
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 b!tch, for real
London, did you screw this b!tch for real?
They be on that groupie sh!t, for real (Ah)
And I know she thought she struck
When she let a n!gga f**k
Man that b!tch is looking stuck (Stuck, stuck)
And I bet when you came that she thought she came up
Now that b!tch is feeling dumb (Bet your b!tch feeling dumb)
She prolly thought it came with a million
She prolly thought you changed how she living
Prolly thought that d!ck came
With the fame and the riches

[Chorus: Summer Walker]
Bitter, yeah, mad at me, mad at my n!gga
Mad at the fact he ain't witchu
Mad at the fact that it's me
This sh!t bigger than me and you alone
So why you putting on for the Shade Room and Insta'?
B!tch just be looking for attention

[Verse 2: Summer Walker]
Pretty baby mama
Always point her finger at a n!gga
That there's the problem
Always put the blame on a n!gga
And they still tryna solve it
Always wanna gossip, her
And her friend have been talking
But whatever they be saying ain't 'bout sh!t
Think they n!ggas supposed to pay for they outfit
Get they nails done and then hit it, yeah
You ain't sh!t, b!tch
Claim you independent but ain't did sh!t
Living in Section 8 and you still can't pay rent
You ain't sh!t, b!tch
So trust you with your momma and you ain't friendship
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 you got a future
This mine for life, no switching sides
We ride or die, and that's why I know you

[Chorus: Summer Walker]
Bitter, yeah, mad at me, mad at my n!gga
Mad at the fact he ain't witchu
Mad at the fact that it's me
This sh!t bigger than me and you alone
So why you putting on for the Shade Room and Insta'?
B!tch just be looking for attention

[Outro: Summer Walker & Cardi B]
(Better stop playing with me)
(B!tch better stop playing with me)
Well, Summer Walker, you know I been seeing
You know, all the bullsh!t
That's 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 b!tches, like, make
Don't let them feel like
They have a one-up by destroying your moment
By f**king 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!gga
Even though you have problems
Put that drama in your music, yeah
'Cause if b!tches wanna get clout of you
You gonna get clout of them
And you gonna put that sh!t in your music
Say some sh!t like, "I got my own f**king money"
Make them b!tches feel hurt
Hit them b!tches where it hurt
And put that sh!t in your music
Make money off it in your music
F**k these hoes