Rumors Lyrics

They don't know I do it for the culture, goddamn They say I should watch the shit I post, oh, goddamn Say I'm turnin' big girls into hoes, oh, goddamn They say I get groupies at my shows, oh, goddamn All the rumors are true, yeah What ya heard, that's true, yeah I fuck him and you, yeah If you believe I do that Had to cut some hoes loose, yeah NDA, no loose lips Now them hoes tryna sue me Bitch, I don't give two shits All the rumors are true, yeah I've been in the bamboo, yeah Focused on this music My ex nigga, he blew it Last year, I thought I would losе it Readin' shit on the internеt My smoothie cleanse and my diet No, I ain't fuck Drake yet (Ha) Spendin' all your time tryna break a woman down Realer shit is goin' on, baby, take a look around If you thought that I was ratchet with my ass hangin' out Just wait until the summer when they let me out the house, bitch (Talkin', talkin', talkin') Give 'em somethin' to talk about Sick of rumors (Ooh) But haters do what they do (Uh) Haters do what they do (Cardi) All the rumors are true, yeah Fake ass, fake boobs, yeah Made a million at Sue's, yeah Y'all be runnin' with fake news, yeah Cardi ain't poppin', no, that's a machine (Huh?) Nobody listen, they buyin' them streams (Hmm) They even post it on blogs overseas And lie in a language I can't even read The fuck do this mean? Look, I'm a Bronx bitch with some pop hits Used to pop off when they pop shit (Woo) But I'm calmed down and I'm locked in And my records live in the top ten Lizzo, teach me about big girl coochie (Okay) Last time I got freaky, the FCC sued me But I'm gonna keep doin' what I wanna do 'Cause all the rumors are All the rumors are true, yeah They hated on me since school, yeah I never thought I was cool, yeah Now me and Cardi, we cool, yeah I love hoes on poles, yeah (Woo) I am body goals, yeah This shit from my soul, yeah Black people made rock and roll, yeah While you're spendin' all your time tryna break a woman down Realer shit is goin' on, baby, take a look around If you thought that I was ratchet with my ass hangin' out Just wait until the summer when they let me out the house, bitch What they say? (Yeah) What they say? (Yeah) (Talkin', talkin', talkin') Give 'em somethin' to talk about Sick of rumors (Ooh) But haters do what they do Haters do what they do All the rumors are true Rumors, yeah (Yeah) Sheesh