Bitter Lyrics by Summer Walker ft. Cardi B

[Intro: Summer Walker]
Mm, mm, mm (Better stop playin' with me)
(Bitch better stop playin' with me)
Bitter, oh, mad at me, mad at my nigga
(Better stop playin' with me)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Playin' with me)
(Better stop playin' with me) Mm

[Chorus: Summer Walker]
Bitter, yeah, mad at me, mad at my nigga
Mad at the fact he ain't witchu
Mad at the fact that it's me
This shit bigger than me and you alone
So why you puttin' on for the Shade Room and Insta'?
Bitch jus' be lookin' 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, nothin' like none of thesе bitches
But sometimes I get in my feelings
Sometimes I know I be trippin' (Trippin')
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)
Wonderin' if you even know this bitch, for real
London, did you screw this bitch for real?
They be on that groupie shit, for real (Ah)
And I know she thought she struck
When she let a nigga fuck
Man that bitch is lookin' stuck (Stuck, stuck)
And I bet when you came that she thought she came up
Now that bitch is feelin' dumb (Bet your bitch feelin' dumb)
She prolly thought it came with a million
She prolly thought you changed how she livin'
Prolly thought that dick came
With the fame and the riches

[Chorus: Summer Walker]
Bitter, yeah, mad at me, mad at my nigga
Mad at the fact he ain't witchu
Mad at the fact that it's me
This shit bigger than me and you alone
So why you puttin' on for the Shade Room and Insta'?
Bitch jus' be lookin' for attention

[Verse 2: Summer Walker]
Pretty baby mama
Always point her finger at a nigga
That there's the problem
Always put the blame on a nigga
And they still tryna solve it
Always wanna gossip, her
And her friend have been talkin'
But whatever they be sayin' ain't 'bout shit
Think they niggas supposed to pay for they outfit
Get they nails done and then hit it, yeah
You ain't shit, bitch
Claim you independent but ain't did shit
Living in Section 8 and you still can't pay rent
You ain't shit, bitch
So trust you with your momma and you ain't friendship
But you want that child support
What you think this is? Oh
Just be'cause 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 switchin' sides
We ride or die, and that's why I know you

[Chorus: Summer Walker]
Bitter, yeah, mad at me, mad at my nigga
Mad at the fact he ain't witchu
Mad at the fact that it's me
This shit bigger than me and you alone
So why you puttin' on for the Shade Room and Insta'?
Bitch jus' be lookin' for attention

[Outro: Summer Walker & Cardi B]
(Better stop playin' with me)
(Bitch better stop playin' with me)
Well, Summer Walker, you know I been seein'
You know, all the bullshit
That's goin' 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 of you
You gonna get clout of them
And you gonna put that shit in your music
Say some shit like, "I got my own fuckin' money"
Make them bitches feel hurt
Hit them bitches where it hurt
And put that shit in your music
Make money off it in your music
Fuck these hoes