Cardi B’s “Best Life” lyrics are perfect for singing in the car with the windows down

It seems like Cardi B’s career has blown up practically overnight, so it’s no surprise that when her debut album, Invasion of Privacy, dropped on Friday, fans were instantly obsessed with her new music. Although it’s probably safe to say that all 13 songs on the album are total jams, we might have found our favorite. Cardi B’s “Best Life” lyrics — a song featuring Chance the Rapper — have us convinced that this is the perfect song for summer, because it’s best suited for listening in the car with the windows rolled down.

And it’s not just us, either. Fans on Twitter are already obsessed, and so many people are calling this one of their favorite songs on the album:


If you’re looking for a song to listen to when you’re having a really good day (and when you’re super feeling yourself), this might be the one for you. Here are the full (NSFW) lyrics:

Intro (Chance The Rapper):
I’m living my best life, yeah, yeah
I’m living my best life
Made a couple Ms, you know (ah, huh)

Chorus (Chance the Rapper):
Said I’m living my best life, said I’m living my best life
Made a couple Ms with my best friends
Turned all my Ls into lessons
You see the whip pulling up, it’s like skrrt
Dreams filling up, I’m like skrrt
I’m living my best life
It’s my birthday, at least that’s what I’m dressed like

Cardi B: 
I’m like Big Pop’ mixed with 2Pac, I’m like Makaveli (yeah)
You need some Little Caesar’s pizza, I be Hot & Ready (woo)
N#$%^, you a pussy and a rat, you like Tom & Jerry
N%^&*, you ain’t ballin’, you just talkin’, that’s that commentary (huh)
I was in the field, man, I slaved for this (yeah)
Had to talk to God, dropped down, and prayed for this
To my surprise, He replied, said, “You made for this”
I seen the car I wanted, then I went and paid for it, cash cash
Hit the Tay-K, I hit the race, hit the dash dash
That’s when they came for me on Twitter with the backlash
“Cardi B is so problematic” is the hashtag
I can’t believe they wanna see me lose that bad
They talkin’ junk and they stink, these hoes mad trash
I’m gigglin’, can’t let the devil have the last laugh
Ain’t no more beefin’, I’m just keepin’ to myself
I’m my own competition, I’m competin’ with myself (brrrp)

Chorus (Chance the Rapper)

Chance The Rapper:
You don’t like money, I can see it your eye
You don’t like winning, I can see it in your tie
Better be careful with these women when you trickin’, send it fly
She count money in her sleep and she don’t ever spend the night
But she trappin’ and she had to make it happen for her life
Don’t be mad because she havin’ shit you had to try whole life
We had baggage on our flight, we had badges on our asses
You got passes in your life, you had gadgets on your bike
God work magic, God work magic, God work magic in my life
And that guap look like Iyanla ’cause that bag just changed my life
Hey, y’all know good and damn well I don’t want no champagne
But can we please get some more champagne?
Police, no Andre, G like ‘Venchy
Reach like ‘Bron James, pep talk from Yoncé
‘Member my hands had ash like Pompeii
Now they hold cash, won’t peak like Dante

Chorus (Chance the Rapper)

Cardi B:
I said I never had a problem showing y’all the real me
Hair when it’s fucked up, crib when it’s filthy
Way-before-the-deal me, strip-to-pay-the-bills me
‘Fore I fixed my teeth, man, those comments used to kill me
But never did I change, never been ashamed
Never did I switch, story stayed the same
I did this on my own, I made this a lane
Y’all gotta bare with me, I been through some things
Went from small-ass apartments to walkin’ red carpets
Pissy elevators, now every dress is tailored
This some real-life fairy tale Binderella shit
I got further than them hoes said I will ever get
And that only goes to show that only God knows
I took pictures with Beyoncé, I met Mama Knowles
I’m the rose that came from the concrete in the Rolls
I’m like gold, I’m life goals, man, I’m chosen, I’m floatin’, ayy

Chorus (Chance the Rapper)

Outro (Chance the Rapper):
Skrrt skrrt, going down right now
Skrrt skrrt, Jamie Foxx in your town, like
Skrrt skrrt, money piling up, man
All the blessings coming down
You don’t know ’bout nothing, you don’t know ’bout nothing
You don’t know ’bout nothing, you don’t know ’bout nothing
I told y’all, I told y’all (You don’t know ’bout nothing)
I t-, I told y’all, I told y’all (You don’t know ’bout nothing)
Told y’all, I t-, I told y’all (You don’t know ’bout nothing)
You don’t know (You don’t know ’bout nothing)

You can hear the full song here:

BRB, listening to this one on repeat forever.

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