Tap into the commanding vibe of Salute, a bold standout from Cardi B‘s sophomore album AM I THE DRAMA?, releasing tomorrow on September 19, 2025. After dominating with her 2018 debut Invasion of Privacy, Cardi is back with this 23-track project full of unfiltered energy, featuring heavy hitters like Janet Jackson, Lizzo, and Megan Thee Stallion. Salute channels that fierce rap spirit, produced with a mix of hard-hitting beats and triumphant horns that give it a military march feel, perfect for Cardi’s era of owning every room she enters. It builds on the drama theme of the album, much like collabs such as Pick It Up with Selena Gomez, but here it’s all Cardi, delivering straight fire on self-made success and demanding respect.
In Salute, Cardi raps about rising above the noise, with lines that celebrate her grind and call out the doubters. Think empowering bars like saluting her own hustle while shading the industry fakes, all wrapped in her signature Bronx accent and quick-witted flows. It’s got that anthemic quality, echoing hits from her past but with a fresh 2025 edge, tying into the album’s narrative of turning personal chaos into power. Fans on X are already rallying behind it, sharing clips and memes about how it feels like a battle cry for anyone facing drama. As the release date hits, this track highlights Cardi’s growth, blending vulnerability with unbreakable confidence in a way that keeps her at the top of the game. Dive into the Salute lyrics below and feel its triumphant pulse. Don’t miss other AM I THE DRAMA? tracks for more of Cardi B’s unapologetic magic.
Lyrics of Salute by Cardi B
[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
[Verse 1]
You Mean To Tell Me You’d Die? Open Up The Hole,
Everybody F**kin’ That’s The End Of Discussion (End Of Discussion)
B**ch Like Me That Came Out The Mud Might Help Somebody Out
‘Cause I Came Up From Nothin’ (Came Up From Nothin’)
Big Party And A Big Body Benz
With The Big Body Kid, Put The Lane Over Somethin’ (Yeah)
He Gettin’ Mad, Won’t Give Him My Number
Cup In The Middle Got Me Feelin’ December (Woo)
Feel Like I’m Gonna Kill It This Summer (Kill It This Summer)
Been On A Yacht, No Ceilin’ This Summer (Summer)
B**ch Been Bad So I Make You Curious
Never Switched Up, So I Can’t Be Serious (Yeah)
This Is ’bout Me, No, You Can’t Be Serious (Huh?)
I’m In The Lamb’ And It Can’t Be Yours
I’m In [?], The World Premature
When I Look Around, I Had Children On Children
Still In The Game, Work Hard To Parents
I Need My [?], I Call The Girls
I Plant The Seeds, It’s Time To Flourish
Don’t Turn On That Street, It’s Not Tourist
You Know I’m Livin’ It Up When I’m Liftin’ It Up
Let A Nigga Know I Came To Stunt (Yeah)
Then We Gon’ Park In The Front, Wasn’t Sittin’ In The Front
Let A Nigga Know I Came To Front (Woo)
This Shit Is Bigger Than Us, Let You Know That
It’s Bigger Than Us ’cause They Pickin’ It Up (Yeah)
Takin’ The Lingo, The Flash And The Foreign Cars
Man, B**ches Is Eatin’ It Up (Eatin’ It Up)
I Am Big Reference, Yeah, I Am The Vision Board
I Put That Shit On These B**ches, They Can’t Ignore
Hustle Too Hard To Ever Be Unemployed
Just Like A Honda, Got Things In The Court
[Chorus]
Salute The Real B**ches
Salute The Real B**ches (Salute)
Salute The Real B**ches
Salute The Real B**ches (Salute)
Salute The Real B**ches
Salute The Real B**ches (Salute)
Salute The Real B**ches
Salute The Real B**ches (Salute)
[Verse 2]
High Off A Molly, My Friends Are Like Dali
I’m Ridin’ My Nigga Just Like A Ducatti (Just Like A Ducatti)
Choppin’ The Top Of The Car Like Karate
Eliante Put The Bricks In The [?]
So We Trust Them, [?] Quarter
Send Me A Picture Of Drip And I Bought It
Cardi An Icon And This Is Iconic
Made A Few Millions Of Talkin’ Ubonics
I Am Too Blessed To Be Talkin’ Demonic (Talkin’ Demonic)
I Switched The Lies And Gained The Money
Rub On The Thighs And Kiss On The Stomach
My Water’s Sick Is Makin’ ’em Vomit
My Throat As Long As A Trumpet (Trumpet)
If My B**ches Say, “F**k It,” Then F**k It (F**k It)
Hold Your Partner Up Just Like Some Crutches (Yeah)
Got A Pu**y Wet Just Like A Bucket, F**k It (Woo)
[Chorus]
Salute The Real B**ches
Salute The Real B**ches (Salute)
Salute The Real B**ches
Salute The Real B**ches (Salute)
Salute The Real B**ches
Salute The Real B**ches (Salute)
Salute The Real B**ches
Salute The Real B**ches (Salute)
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