Cardi B, Megan Thee Stallion Are Giving Away $1 Million For ‘Women’s Empowerment’

Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion are currently giving away $1 million in the name of women’s empowerment.

In honor of “WAP’s” success and their continued commitment to centering the celebration of female sexuality, both Cardi and Megan took to their Twitters to announce the giant giveaway — which will be facilitated through Twitter and CashApp until tomorrow, August 20.

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“Y’all made #WAP amazing!! we’re partnering with Twitter and Cash App to give away a total of $1 million dollars to celebrate all you powerful women out there,” Cardi wrote. “Tell us why you or a woman you know can use a piece of the $.”

Meanwhile, Megan echoed Cardi’s gratitude for “everyone supporting #WAP,” before instructing fans to drop their $Cashtags in the replies alongside the #WAPParty hashtag.

According to a press release for the promotion, 2,000 female respondents — chosen at random — will receive $500 each. As we wait for the winners to be announced though, you can check out both of their posts and the official rules, here.

y’all made #WAP amazing!! we’re partnering with Twitter and Cash App to give away a total of $1 million dollars to celebrate all you powerful women out there. tell us why you or a woman you know can use a piece of the $.

drop your $cashtag and use #WAPParty pic.twitter.com/g52Hiep94k

— iamcardib (@iamcardib) August 19, 2020

To all everyone supporting #WAP we see you!! we’re partnering with Twitter and Cash App to celebrate all the powerful women out there by giving away a total of $1 million dollars.

how can some $ help you or a woman you know right now?

drop your $cashtag and use #WAPParty pic.twitter.com/OF2Y5v3UQx

— HOT GIRL MEG (@theestallion) August 19, 2020

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Young Nudy – GTA Lyfestyle Lyrics

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[Intro]
All that
All that
This, this is my lifestyle, this is me
You know me, baby, Slimeball (COUPE)
Yeah, you know I’m on the block, nigga, uh
You know, I’m on the block with my Nikes on
My G-Star jeans, you know what I mean? You know
My shirt (My lifestyle), my plain t-shirt (This my lifestyle)
The Glock 30 work

[Verse 1]
He’s a big stepper, talk that shit, can’t check it
Play with me, bitch, you get checked like checkers
Head-to-head, nigga, we ain’t playin’ no chess
We bust in that door, we gon’ show who the best
Thirties and hollows, nigga, where you at?
Hang out the roof, shootin’ out a ‘Vette
Grand Theft Auto, when I do a donut on your block, I’ma shoot with the stick (Grand Theft Auto)
I feel like Michael when I hit a lick
I feel like Franklin when I lead a lick
Swervin’ through the traffic, gettin’ away from 12
Hit the booty club and blow me some L’s
Blowin’ that money on that bitch in front me
Smokin’ that green sticky like a Kermit
Feelin’ like Frogger, leap and hit the stick
And when I aim at you, I swear I won’t miss
I’m killin’ my opps and ain’t worried ’bout shit
You act like you macho, I show you a bitch
I’m East Atlanta and I stand on this shit
I’m ’bout that gunplay, yeah, I’m straight from the bricks
I’m really gangster, you not built for this shit
When you was in the school, I was hittin’ licks
While you was tryna flirt, I’m fuckin’ the bitch
You in the locker room talkin’, she suckin’ my dick

[Chorus]
Young nigga shit
Now I get money, I came from shit
Now I got this money, I’m rich
Now I ain’t worried ’bout no bitch
I ain’t finna give a bitch shit
You talkin’ ’bout the setup, get hit with the glick
I’m psycho, maniac when I got the stick
I’m movin’ so gangster, yeah, I’m with the shit
I pull out the toilet, shittin’ on your bitch
Bitch said I wasn’t gon’ be nothin’, but I am
I came a long way from smokin’ a gram
I smoke out the pound, I smoke up an ounce
That thirty minute smoke, that shit is so loud
I’m kickin’ and boolin’ in the ‘yo now
It’s thirty thousand for a show now
So I gotta go hard now, I need more now
All these goddamn hoes ’round

[Verse 2]
Yeah, you know that this lifestyle, man, I love this shit
I’m gettin’ money, not above this shit
I still trap, make money with my brother, bitch, no other shit
I hang with same niggas I been rockin’ with
You try my dawg, nigga, we bustin’ your wig
The drive-by shit, man, we shootin’ at grandma and kids
Y’all niggas not with the shit
And free my homie them down in the pen
They stab a nigga just to get the shit in
They handle this and then they handle that
And then they Cash App, you know I get this shit in
And don’t say my name when you in the pen
You know you niggas and these statements
Talking ’bout Slime doin’ this and that
Nigga can’t say shit, I don’t say shit
I don’t know shit, no ho shit
Got plenty money, no broke shit
I pay my lawyer just to handle it
Then it get done quick, yeah
Sick with the money, do shit, get it done
These bitches fuckin’ for the money for fun
She really want a thousand, but I gave that bitch some ones
Yeah, I gave the bitch some ones (Some ones)
And I fucked the bitch, yeah, with my gun
In my hand, bitch, I don’t trust nothin’ (Nah)
Bitch might be tryna get a nigga set up while he gettin’ his dick sucked (Damn)
But it might be the drugs
‘Cause I’m trippin’, I’m sippin’ the uh (Uh), yeah
Dirty that mud, know I like drugs all in my cup
I don’t give a fuck, I’m on the block, I’m posted with the thugs
And I got my gun, me and my cut
And I really don’t need it ’cause I know these pussy niggas not fuckin’ with us
But if you play gangster, we sendin’ them slugs
And I hang with killers, they don’t give a fuck
And they like save money and drugs
I’m a young nigga like them, man, I don’t give a fuck (No, I don’t)

[Chorus]
Young nigga shit
Now I get money, I came from shit
Now I got this money, I’m rich
Now I ain’t worried ’bout no bitch
I ain’t finna give a bitch shit
You talkin’ ’bout the setup, get hit with the glick
I’m psycho, maniac when I got the stick
I’m movin’ so gangster, yeah, I’m with the shit
I pull out the toilet, shittin’ on your bitch
Bitch said I wasn’t gon’ be nothin’, but I am
I came a long way from smokin’ a gram
I smoke out the pound, I smoke up an ounce
That thirty minute smoke, that shit is so loud
I’m kickin’ and boolin’ in the ‘yo now
It’s thirty thousand for a show now
So I gotta go hard now, I need more now
All these goddamn hoes ’round (Goddamn hoes ’round)

[Outro]
All these goddamn hoes ’round

Young Thug – Big Blood Lyrics

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[Intro: Young Thug]
Active gang bangin’, gang bangin’ activities for life
One thing I don’t regret is gang bangin’, know what I’m sayin’?
No cap
Woo! Yeah!

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Guiseppes [?]
Piña coladas with ‘Tussin
I tell this bitch ain’t no [?]
I can’t be [?] with no slut
I put the racks on her T top
I got the [?] with a Reebok
Baby [?]
Both of my wrists [?]

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
Big blood, no litigatin’ (Woo)
Big blood, no hesitation (Yeah)
Big body, that’s speed racin’ (Yeah)
Big blood, no litigatin’ (Ooh)
Big blood, fuck litigatin’
I’m a big blood, fuck litigatin’ (Woo)
Speed racin’, speed racin’
Big blood, no litigatin’ (Yeah)
Big blood, fuck litigatin’ (Yeah)
I’m a big blood (Yeah), I’m a big blood (Big baller)
I’m a big blood (Yeah, yeah)
Put Guiseppes and Audis on bad bitches
Can’t get caught in [?]
I’m a big blood

[Verse 1: Young Thug & ?]
Red hat with the B on it
Big lick, no [?] on it
YG put the [?] on it
[?] put the [?] on it
YSL, but not Saint Laurent
Smoke biscotti, put that in a blunt
[?], I’ma smash that
I’m a big blood, where the bash at?
20 thousand, I can match that
50 thousand, where the cash at?
500, where the stash at?
Send a million dollars, no Cash App
I’m in a red Porsche, shit turbo
Sex, money and murder
I don’t know nothin’ ’bout this murder (Let’s go)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Guiseppes [?]
Piña coladas with ‘Tussin
I tell this bitch ain’t no [?]
I can’t be [?] with no slut
I put the racks on her T top
I got the [?] with a Reebok
Baby [?]
Both of my wrists [?]

[Verse 2: Young Thug & ?]
You say “Cap,” I say “Bap”
Keep that 40 on my lap
[?]
Call me [?], call me “Slatt”
Double cup, [?]
Suwop Big bloods
You go to church, I go to bhurch
You say “Hurt,” I say “Burt”
All of my niggas is winnin’
Ridin’ in a ghost for the sinnin’
I got your bitch and she [?]
I’m ’bout to buy her some Ritalin
Mix up the Gucci with Fendi
I put the bloods on, we spendin’
Fly out my bitches from Windy
Make her eat dick, no [?]

Roddy Ricch – The Box Lyrics

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[Chorus]
Pullin’ out the coupe at the lot
Told ’em fuck 12, fuck SWAT
Bustin’ all the bales out the box
I just hit a lick with the box
Had to put the stick in a box, mmh
Pour up the whole damn seal, I’ma get lazy
I got the mojo deals, we been trappin’ like the ’80s
She sucked a nigga soul, got the Cash App
Told ’em wipe a nigga nose, say slatt, slatt
I won’t never sell my soul, and I can back that
And I really wanna know when you wet wet

[Verse 1]
I was out back where the stash at
Cruise the city in a bulletproof Cadillac (Skrrt)
‘Cause I know these niggas after where the bag at (Yeah)
Gotta move smarter, gotta move harder
Nigga try to get me for my water
I’ll lay his ass down, on my son, on my daughter
I had the Draco with me, Dwayne Carter
Lotta niggas out here playin’ ain’t ballin’
I done put my whole arm in the rim, Vince Carter (Yeah)
And I know probably get a key for the quarter
Shawty barely seen in double C’s, I bought ’em
Got a bitch that’s looking like Aaliyah, she a model
I got the pink slip, all my whips is key-less
Compton, I’m about to get the key to the city
Patek like the sea, forget it

[Chorus]
Pullin’ out the coupe at the lot
Told ’em fuck 12, fuck SWAT
Bustin’ all the bales out the box
I just hit a lick with the box
Had to put the stick in a box, mmh
Pour up the whole damn seal, I’ma get lazy
I got the mojo deals, we been trappin’ like the ’80s
She sucked a nigga soul, got the Cash App
Told ’em wipe a nigga nose, say slatt, slatt
I won’t never sell my soul, and I can back that
And I really wanna know when you wet wet, hah

[Verse 2]
Hahaha, I been movin’ ’em out
It’s still up with me then, he got the blues in the pouch (Yeah)
Took her to the forest, put the wood in her mouth
Bitch don’t wear no shoes in my house
The private I’m flyin’ in, I never wan’ fly again
I’ll take my chances in traffic (Yeah)
She suckin’ on dick, no hands with it
I just made the Rollie plain like a landing strip
I’m a 2020 president candidate
I done put a hundred bands on Zimmerman, shit
I been movin’ real gangster, so that’s why she picked a Crip
Shawty call me Crisco ’cause I pop my shit
Got it out the mud, there’s nothin’ you can tell me, yeah
When I had the drugs, I was street wealthy, yeah

[Chorus]
Pullin’ out the coupe at the lot
Told ’em fuck 12, fuck SWAT
Bustin’ all the bales out the box
I just hit a lick with the box
Had to put the stick in a box, mmh
Pour up the whole damn seal, I’ma get lazy
I got the mojo deals, we been trappin’ like the ’80s
She sucked a nigga soul, got the Cash App
Told ’em wipe a nigga nose, say slatt, slatt
I won’t never sell my soul, and I can back that
And I really wanna know when you wet wet