Cattitude (Solo)

Nasty, nasty, nasty, ayy

Turn up your gratitude, turn down your attitude
I love my pussy, that means I got cattitude
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you

Turn up your gratitude, turn down your attitude
I love my pussy, that means I got cattitude
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you

Ayy, go stupid, go dumb
Come and get it ‘cause I know you want some
Nashville, Tennessee where I’m from
Since I was three, I’ve been banging on the drum
Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum-pum-pum

Nasty, I’m so nasty, nasty
I’m nasty, I’m so motherfucking nasty

You’re just mad cause your hair is flat, your record’s wack and you seem to attract
You’re just mad cause you’re fake as fuck, with your big old titties and a big old butt
I hope you know I like being a slut, and when you said I got a Justin Bieber cut
I know I’m 100 and I know I’m fresh, here’s a mint, use it on your bread

‘Cause I’m so nasty, nasty, nasty
Nasty

I’ma keep working from dawn to dusk
So I can keep buying cars off Elon Musk
The matte black spinners, now that’s a must
But I want the whole pie, so leave the crust

I’m the Moon, I’m the stars, I’m a Maserati
I love you, Nicki, but I listen to Cardi
I got a new song on the radio, and it goes five
(Four, three, two, one)

That’s right, it’s a number one
And I can’t take you with me as a carry on
I already got my luggage, it’s Margiela
And for my 16th birthday, I got Deréon

From the house of the queen
Queen, queen, that’s what you can call me
Queen, I’ma have you run to your mommy
Queen, I’m the life of the party
Don’t worry ‘bout me, go and get yourself a hobby

Ayy, I’m so motherfucking nasty
I’m so nasty, I’m so nasty

Turn up your gratitude, turn down your attitude
I love my pussy, that means I got cattitude
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you

I’m so nasty, I’m so nasty

Turn up your gratitude, turn down your attitude
I love my pussy, that means I got cattitude
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you

Back up, you’re squashing my charisma
Why I gotta be so motherfucking extra?
Back up, you’re squashing my charisma
Why I gotta be so motherfucking extra?

I’m so nasty, nasty
I’m so nasty, I’m so motherfucking nasty