Uploaded August 2018 | Updated September 2026, 1 hour ago
Cardi B, Bad Bunny - I Like It (8D Audio) - Use Headphones and Close your Eyes for the best experience
Visuals by
info: beeple-crap.com
daily artwork: facebook.com/beeple | instagram.com/beeple_crap
twitter: twitter.com/beeple
tumblr: beeple.tumblr.com
This time with some 8D Music, which Songs would you like to see next in 8d/3d?
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah baby, I like it like that
You gotta believe me when I tell you
I said I like it like that
You gotta believe me when I tell you
I said I like it like—
[Verse 1: Cardi B]
Now I like dollars, I like diamonds, I like stuntin', I like shinin'
I like million dollar deals, where's my pen? Bitch I'm signin' (signin')
I like those Balenciagas (those), the ones that look like socks
I like going to the jeweler, I put rocks all in my watch (cha-ching)
I like texts from my exes when they want a second chance (what?)
I like proving niggas wrong, I do what they say I can't (she can't)
They call me Cardi Bardi, banging body, spicy mami, hot tamale
Hotter than a Somali, fur coat, Ferrari (rrr, woo)
Hop out the stu', jump in the coupe (coupe)
Big Dipper on top of the roof
Flexing on bitches as hard as I can
Eating halal, driving the Lam'
Told that bitch I'm sorry though (sorry)
'Bout my coins like Mario (Mario)
Yeah, they call me Cardi B
I run this shit like cardio
Woo, bags
[Chorus: Cardi B]
Diamond district in the chain, chain (I said I like it like that)
Certified, you know I'm gang, gang, gang, gang (I said I like it like—, woo)
Drop the top and blow the brains, woo (woo, I said I like it like that)
Oh, he's so handsome, what's his name? Yeah (woo, bags, I said I like it)
Oh, I need the dollars, cha-ching (I said I like it like that)
Beat it up like piñatas (I said I like it like—)
Tell the driver, close the curtains (I said I like it like that, skrrt)
Bad bitch make you nervous (I said I like it)
Cardi B
[Verse 2: Bad Bunny]
Chambean, chambean, pero no jalan (¡jalan!)
Tú compras to'a las Jordan, bo', a mí me las regalan (hehe)
I spend in the club (¡woo!), what you have in the bank (¡yeh!)
This shit's the new religion, bang, it's Latino gang, gang, ¡yeh!
Trato de hacer dieta (¡yeh!), pero es que en el closet tengo mucha grasa (woo)
Ya mudé la' Gucci pa' dentro de casa, yeh (¡woo!)
Cabrón, a ti no te conocen ni en Plaza (no)
El Diablo me llama pero Jesucristo me abraza (amén)
Guerrero como Eddie, que viva la raza, yeh
Me gustan boricuas, me gustan cubanas
Me gusta el acento de las colombianas (¿qué hubo pues?)
Como mueve el culo la dominicana (¿qué lo que?)
Lo rico que me chingan las venezolanas (¡woo!)
Andamos activos, Perico Pin Pin (woo)
Billetes de cien en el maletín (¡ching!)
Que retumbe el bajo, Bobby Valentín, yeh (¡boo!)
Aquí es prohibido amar, diles, Charytín
Que pa'l picor les tengo Claritín
Yo llego a la disco y se forma el motín (¡rrrah!)
[Chorus: Cardi B, Bad Bunny]
Diamond district in the chain (I said I like it like that)
Bad Bunny baby, bebé, bebé
Certified, you know I'm gang, gang, gang, gang (I said I like it like—, woo)
Drop the top and blow the brains, woo (woo, I said I like it like that)
Oh, he's so handsome, what's his name? Yeah (woo, yeh, I said I like it)
Oh, I need the dollars, cha-ching (I said I like it like that)
Beat it up like piñatas (I said I like it like—)
Tell the driver, close the curtains (I said I like it like that, skrrt)
Bad bitch make you nervous (I said I like it, that)
[Verse 3: J Balvin]
Como Celia Cruz tengo el azúcar (azúca')
Tu jeva me vio y se fue de pecho como Jimmy Snuka (ah)
Te vamos tumbar la peluca
Y arranca pal' carajo, cabrón, que a ti no te vo'a pasar la hookah (hookah, hookah)
Mis tenis Balenciaga me reciben en la entrada (woo)
Pa-pa-pa-pa-razzi, like I'm Lady Gaga (woo)
Y no te me hagas (eh)
Que en cover de Billboard tú has visto mi cara (eh)
No salgo de tu mente (woo)
Donde quieras que viajes has escuchado "Mi Gente"
Yo no soy hype (hype), soy como el Testarossa ('rossa)
Yo soy el que se la vive y también el que la goza (goza, goza)
Es la cosa, mami es la cosa (cosa, cosa)
El que mira sufre y el que toca goza (goza, goza, goza)
[Bridge: J Balvin, Cardi B]
I said I like it like that
I said I like it like that (rrr)
I said I like it like that (woo)
I said I like it like that
[Chorus: Cardi B]
Diamond district in the chain (I said I like it like that)
Certified, you know I'm gang, gang (I said I like it like—)
Drop the top and blow the brains, woo (I said I like it like that)
Oh, he's so handsome, what's his name? Yeah (I said I like it)
#8dmusic #8dsound #8daudio #8d #surroundsound #8dsongs #3d #3dmusic #3dsongs
Cardi B, Bad Bunny - I Like It (8D Audio) - Use Headphones and Close your Eyes for the best experience
Visuals by
info: beeple-crap.com
daily artwork: facebook.com/beeple | instagram.com/beeple_crap
twitter: twitter.com/beeple
tumblr: beeple.tumblr.com
This time with some 8D Music, which Songs would you like to see next in 8d/3d?
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah baby, I like it like that
You gotta believe me when I tell you
I said I like it like that
You gotta believe me when I tell you
I said I like it like—
[Verse 1: Cardi B]
Now I like dollars, I like diamonds, I like stuntin', I like shinin'
I like million dollar deals, where's my pen? Bitch I'm signin' (signin')
I like those Balenciagas (those), the ones that look like socks
I like going to the jeweler, I put rocks all in my watch (cha-ching)
I like texts from my exes when they want a second chance (what?)
I like proving niggas wrong, I do what they say I can't (she can't)
They call me Cardi Bardi, banging body, spicy mami, hot tamale
Hotter than a Somali, fur coat, Ferrari (rrr, woo)
Hop out the stu', jump in the coupe (coupe)
Big Dipper on top of the roof
Flexing on bitches as hard as I can
Eating halal, driving the Lam'
Told that bitch I'm sorry though (sorry)
'Bout my coins like Mario (Mario)
Yeah, they call me Cardi B
I run this shit like cardio
Woo, bags
[Chorus: Cardi B]
Diamond district in the chain, chain (I said I like it like that)
Certified, you know I'm gang, gang, gang, gang (I said I like it like—, woo)
Drop the top and blow the brains, woo (woo, I said I like it like that)
Oh, he's so handsome, what's his name? Yeah (woo, bags, I said I like it)
Oh, I need the dollars, cha-ching (I said I like it like that)
Beat it up like piñatas (I said I like it like—)
Tell the driver, close the curtains (I said I like it like that, skrrt)
Bad bitch make you nervous (I said I like it)
Cardi B
[Verse 2: Bad Bunny]
Chambean, chambean, pero no jalan (¡jalan!)
Tú compras to'a las Jordan, bo', a mí me las regalan (hehe)
I spend in the club (¡woo!), what you have in the bank (¡yeh!)
This shit's the new religion, bang, it's Latino gang, gang, ¡yeh!
Trato de hacer dieta (¡yeh!), pero es que en el closet tengo mucha grasa (woo)
Ya mudé la' Gucci pa' dentro de casa, yeh (¡woo!)
Cabrón, a ti no te conocen ni en Plaza (no)
El Diablo me llama pero Jesucristo me abraza (amén)
Guerrero como Eddie, que viva la raza, yeh
Me gustan boricuas, me gustan cubanas
Me gusta el acento de las colombianas (¿qué hubo pues?)
Como mueve el culo la dominicana (¿qué lo que?)
Lo rico que me chingan las venezolanas (¡woo!)
Andamos activos, Perico Pin Pin (woo)
Billetes de cien en el maletín (¡ching!)
Que retumbe el bajo, Bobby Valentín, yeh (¡boo!)
Aquí es prohibido amar, diles, Charytín
Que pa'l picor les tengo Claritín
Yo llego a la disco y se forma el motín (¡rrrah!)
[Chorus: Cardi B, Bad Bunny]
Diamond district in the chain (I said I like it like that)
Bad Bunny baby, bebé, bebé
Certified, you know I'm gang, gang, gang, gang (I said I like it like—, woo)
Drop the top and blow the brains, woo (woo, I said I like it like that)
Oh, he's so handsome, what's his name? Yeah (woo, yeh, I said I like it)
Oh, I need the dollars, cha-ching (I said I like it like that)
Beat it up like piñatas (I said I like it like—)
Tell the driver, close the curtains (I said I like it like that, skrrt)
Bad bitch make you nervous (I said I like it, that)
[Verse 3: J Balvin]
Como Celia Cruz tengo el azúcar (azúca')
Tu jeva me vio y se fue de pecho como Jimmy Snuka (ah)
Te vamos tumbar la peluca
Y arranca pal' carajo, cabrón, que a ti no te vo'a pasar la hookah (hookah, hookah)
Mis tenis Balenciaga me reciben en la entrada (woo)
Pa-pa-pa-pa-razzi, like I'm Lady Gaga (woo)
Y no te me hagas (eh)
Que en cover de Billboard tú has visto mi cara (eh)
No salgo de tu mente (woo)
Donde quieras que viajes has escuchado "Mi Gente"
Yo no soy hype (hype), soy como el Testarossa ('rossa)
Yo soy el que se la vive y también el que la goza (goza, goza)
Es la cosa, mami es la cosa (cosa, cosa)
El que mira sufre y el que toca goza (goza, goza, goza)
[Bridge: J Balvin, Cardi B]
I said I like it like that
I said I like it like that (rrr)
I said I like it like that (woo)
I said I like it like that
[Chorus: Cardi B]
Diamond district in the chain (I said I like it like that)
Certified, you know I'm gang, gang (I said I like it like—)
Drop the top and blow the brains, woo (I said I like it like that)
Oh, he's so handsome, what's his name? Yeah (I said I like it)
#8dmusic #8dsound #8daudio #8d #surroundsound #8dsongs #3d #3dmusic #3dsongs






![Lil Uzi Vert, Lil Pump, Smokepurpp & 03 Greedo - Bankteller (Lyrics) ft. Desto Dubb
Lil Uzi Vert, Lil Pump, Smokepurpp & 03 Greedo - Bankteller (Lyrics) ft. Desto Dubb
[Intro: Thank You Fizzle]
Thank you, Fizzle
[Chorus: 03 Greedo]
Tell a bank teller to relax (I had to tell that bitch, Relax)
I got all these blue hundreds in the Glad bag (I got this money in the bag)
Tell a bank teller to relax (I had to tell that bitch, Relax)
I got all these blue hundreds in the Glad bag (I got this, hey)
Tell a bank teller, tell a bank teller (ayy), bank teller
Tell a bank teller (woo), tell a bank (ayy), tell a bank teller (ayy)
Tell a bank teller , tell a bank teller (ayy), bank teller (ayy)
What I cant tell her, what I can’t (ayy), what I cant tell her? (ayy)
[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
What I cant tell her (huh), is that I just fucked her daughter (your daughter)
Jerry Springer just told me that Lil Pump is not the father (uh-uh)
I got two trap houses (trap) and they all modern (brrt)
I just had a threesome in my PE locker, ooh (PE)
I don’t want your bitch no more (no more), ooh
Pouring up Ace, not falls, ooh (yeah)
I just fucked a bitch, said she 35, oh (brrt)
Told her suck my dick, Ima put your ass on (goddamn)
Got three mansions and three phones (phones)
I forgot that I had a stripper at home (yeah)
I got molly, I got beans (woah)
I got percs and lot of cups
[Chorus: 03 Greedo]
Tell a bank teller, tell a bank teller (ayy), bank teller
Tell a bank teller (woo), tell a bank (ayy), tell a bank teller (ayy, ayy)
Tell a bank teller, tell a bank teller (ayy), bank teller
What I cant tell her, what I cant (woo), what I cant tell her? (ayy)
[Verse 2: 03 Greedo]
Im in the foreign doin 40 in the FasTrak
Drivin slowly ’cause I can’t see past this trash bag
I got big bank, Gucci on the dash-dash (free [?])
I got money, give a fuck about a dashcam (skrrt, yeah)
Transform a new McLaren to a Trans Am
She just shit just like a birdie cause I’m cashed in (Im too fuckin cashed)
I just bought a brick, thats 36 O’s
Studio in it, with like 36 hoes
Ni**as on the block, ask the bitch to move over
Take that trip, dont lose that loaf
[Chorus: 03 Greedo & Lil Uzi Vert]
Tell a bank teller, tell a bank teller (ayy), bank teller
Tell a bank teller (woo), tell a bank (ayy), tell a bank teller (ayy, ayy)
Tell a bank teller, tell a bank teller (ayy), bank teller
What I cant tell her (Lil Uzi), what I cant, what I cant tell her? (ayy, lets go)
[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
Rockstar, like Im Paul McCartney (yeah)
Ooh, Stella stellar (ayy)
I cant hear nothin, Helen Keller
You get punched and then some
Me no rat, I get hella cheddar, I get mozzarella
Take two-hunnid thousand out the bank, cause I fucked the teller
My dough nuts, yeah my Kreme too Krispy, you cant kiss me, lick me
Asian bitch playin with my balls, so I call her Misty
I fucked Trixie, then I made a wish, then saw Icky Vicky
Im not Mixy, you ni**as too iffy, my Glock got a stiffy
[Chorus: 03 Greedo]
Tell a bank teller to relax (I had to tell that bitch, Relax)
I got all these blue hundreds in the Glad bag (I got this money in the bag)
Tell a bank teller to relax (I had to tell that bitch, Relax)
I got all these blue hundreds in the Glad bag (I got this, hey)
Tell a bank teller, tell a bank teller (ayy), bank teller
Tell a bank teller (woo), tell a bank (ayy), tell a bank teller (ayy)
Tell a bank teller (woo), tell a bank teller (ayy), bank teller (ayy)
What I cant tell her, what I cant, what I cant tell her? (ayy, ayy)
[Verse 4: DestoDubb & Lil Uzi Vert]
Maison Margielas cost seven or better
Im a bank teller, no Im a drank seller (ayy)
Im a fat ni**a in a Gucci sweater
Im a rich ni**a and she a gold digger
He a great n**ga, no, he a great ni**a
He rockin Bape, but its all fake ni**a
They calling me racist cause I hate ni**as
Grinding so hard that my portions got bigger
You is a better and I am a bidder
She gave me top, so I had to send dinner
Only sip Wock, I do not do no liquor
I am a winner and you is a quitter
Suckin my dick, now I know she a spitter
Kickin these pints, you gon think Im a kicker
A pint before breakfast, a pint before dinner
0-03 Pump, Greedo my ni**a
#liluzivert #lilpump #smokepurpp #03greedo #destodubb #bankteller # lyrics Lil Uzi Vert, Lil Pump, Smokepurpp & 03 Greedo - Bankteller (Lyrics) ft. Desto Dubb](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/EoWiJRqcdNs/mqdefault.jpg)
![Meek Mill - Going Bad (feat. Drake) (Lyrics)
Meek Mill - Going Bad (feat. Drake) (Lyrics)
[Intro: Drake & Future]
Yeah
(Wheezy outta here)
G, G
[Verse 1: Drake]
Back home, smokin legal (Legal)
I got more slaps than The Beatles (Beatles)
Foreign shit runnin on diesel, dawg
Playin with my name, that shit is lethal, dawg (Who you say you was?)
Don Corleone
Trust me, at the top it isnt lonely (Strapped)
Everybody actin like they know me, dawg
Dont just say youre down, you gotta show me (What you gotta do?)
Bring the clip back empty (Its empty)
You asked to see the boss, so they sent me, dawg (Sent me, dawg)
I just broke her off with a 10-piece, dawg (10-piece, dawg)
That aint nothin, Im just bein friendly, dawg
[Chorus: Drake]
Its just a lil 10-piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall, doesnt mean that were involved
I just... what? I just... uh, put a Richard on the card
I aint grow up playin ball, but Ill show you how the fuck you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball til you fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch of niggas need you to go away
Still goin bad on em anyway
Saw you last night, but did it broad day
[Post-Chorus: Drake]
Yeah, lot of Murakami in the hallway (What?)
Got a sticky and I keep it at my dawgs place
Girl, I left your love at Magic, now its all shade
Still goin bad on you anyway
[Interlude: Meek Mill]
Woah, woah, ooh, woah
Woah, woah, ah
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
I could fit like 80 racks in my Amiris (80 racks)
Me and Drizzy back-to-back, its gettin scary (Back-to-back)
If you fuckin with my opps, just dont come near me (Get outta my way)
Put some bands all on your head like Jason Terry (Brrt, brrt, ooh)
Richard Mille cost a Lambo (Thats a Lambo)
Known to keep the baddest bitches on commando (Salute)
Every time Im in my trap, I move like Rambo (Extended)
Aint a neighborhood in Philly that I cant go (Thats a Fendi)
For real
She said, Oh, you rich rich? (You rich rich)
Bitch, I graduated, call me Big Fish (Ballin)
I got Lori Harvey on my wish list (Thats Lori)
Thats the only thing I want for Christmas (True story, uh)
Ive been had my way out here, yeah, know thats facts (Facts)
You aint livin that shit you say, yeah, we know thats cap (Thats cap)
You aint got to ask me when you see me, know Im strapped (Brrt)
DC, OVO, we back again, we goin plat (Ooh, ooh)
[Chorus: Drake]
Its just a lil 10-piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall, doesnt mean that were involved
I just... what? I just... uh, put a Richard on the card
I aint grow up playin ball, but Ill show you how the fuck you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball til you fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch of niggas need you to go away
Still goin bad on em anyway
Saw you last night, but did it broad day
[Outro: Future]
Wheezy outta here
#meekmill #drake #goingbad #lyrics Meek Mill - Going Bad (feat. Drake) (Lyrics)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/FkUD6HTmvvY/mqdefault.jpg)


![Lil Baby & Gunna - Drip Too Hard (Lyrics)
Lil Baby & Gunnas new Song Drip Too Hard Lyric Video
Lyrics
[Intro]
Run that back, Turbo
[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
You can get the biggest Chanel bag in the store if you want it
I gave em the drip, they sucked it up, I got em on it
I bought a new Patek, I had the watch, so I two-toned em
Takin these drugs, Im gon be up until the mornin
That aint your car, you just a leaser, you dont own it
If Im in the club, I got that fire when Im performin
The backend just came in, in all hundreds
Vibes galore, cute shit, they all on us
Im from Atlanta where young niggas run shit
I know they hatin on me, but I dont read comments
Whenever I tell her to come, she comin
Whenever its smoke, we aint runnin
[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Drip too hard, dont stand too close
You gon fuck around and drown off this wave
Doin all these shows, Ive been on the road
I dont care where I go, long as I get paid
Bad lil vibe, she been on my mind
Soon as I get back, she gettin slayed
Do this all the time, this aint no surprise
Every other night, another movie gettin made
Drip too hard, dont stand too close
You gon fuck around and drown off this wave
Doin all these shows, Ive been on the road
I dont care where I go, long as I get paid
Bad lil vibe, she been on my mind
Soon as I get back, she gettin slayed
Do this all the time, this aint no surprise
Every other night, another movie gettin made
[Verse 2: Gunna]
Yeah, every other night, another dollar gettin made
Every other night started with a good day
I feel like a child, I got boogers in the face
Diamonds dancin in the dial like this shit is a parade
I dont want your chain, Young Gunna not a slave
I had to draw the line, too many bitches gettin saved
TSA harass me, so I took a private plane
These pussy niggas lackin, why Im workin on my aim
Drip too hard, charge it to the card
Designer to the ground, I can barely spell the names
Drip too hard, caution on the floor
You gon fuck around and drown tryna ride a nigga wave
[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Drip too hard, dont stand too close
You gon fuck around and drown off this wave
Doin all these shows, Ive been on the road
I dont care where I go, long as I get paid
Bad lil vibe, she been on my mind
Soon as I get back, she gettin slayed
Do this all the time, this aint no surprise
Every other night, another movie gettin made
Drip too hard, dont stand too close
You gon fuck around and drown off this wave
Doin all these shows, Ive been on the road
I dont care where I go, long as I get paid
Bad lil vibe, she been on my mind
Soon as I get back, she gettin slayed
Do this all the time, this aint no surprise
Every other night, another movie gettin made
#lilbaby #gunna #driptoohard #lyrics Lil Baby & Gunna - Drip Too Hard (Lyrics)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/JuBa0tffkv0/mqdefault.jpg)