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conversations.value: Write me a song called Bodak Yellow (Remix) with the following description: Since the original Bodak Yellow was a tribute to Kodak Black, borrowing his flow from No Flockin', it’s only right that he hopped on the remix to Cardi B’s hit single. Kodak also dropped No Flockin' 2 (Bodak Orange) on the same day this remix was released. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Kodak Black]
  Ayy, ayy, you know, you know why I fuck with Cardi B?
  'Cause they be thinkin', they be thinkin' both of us crazy and shit
  Like this sound like some, some, some, Bodak Orange shit
  Or some, some 
  Kodak Orange
   shit, man... like... ayy
  [Chorus: Cardi B & 
  Kodak Black
  ]
  Said lil' bitch, you can't fuck with me if you wanted to (
  ayy, ayy, ayy
  )
  These expensive, these is red bottoms, these is bloody shoes
  (
  woo, woo, woo! yah, yah, they're bloody shoes, bloody shoes
  )
  Hit the store, I can get 'em both, I don't wanna choose (
  yah, yah, yah, wanna choose, ayy
  )
  And I'm quick, cut a nigga off, so don't get comfortable, look (
  woo! yah, yah, yah, bih', don't get comfortable, ayy, ayy, ayy
  )
  I don't dance now, I make money moves (
  yeah bih', I make money moves, ayy
  )
  Said I don't gotta dance, I make money moves, (woo!, 
  bih, I make money moves, ayy, ayy, ayy
  )
  If I see you and I don't speak, that means I don't fuck with you (
  nigga, I don't fuck with you, ayy, I don't fuck with you
  )
  I'm a boss, you a worker, bitch, I make bloody moves (
  yah, I make money moves
  )
  [Verse: Kodak Black]
  I ain't worried 'bout her, that's an old ho
  You thought I was comin' with my old flow
  Kodak ain't com to take no photo
  I don't even pull up in a four door
  I just hit a lick, hit the load though
  All my life smokin' on JoJo
  He was just posted up with dough though
  Now he gettin' slammed by the popo
  Thuggish, buggish, ruggish shit
  I can't leave the streets, I love this shit
  Never gave a shit 'bout a messy bitch
  I ain't never take a risk for a petty lick
  I'm at Digital Heights and I'm goin' on a heist
  Dead presidents, John Kennedy
  Dead presidents, pockets Mount Everest
  When I step on the scene it's a felony (yeah, yeah)
  Christian Louboutin (yeah)
  These ain't Louis Vuittons (huh)
  Hit a Kodak Bop on nae nae
  I wanna top me a Nae Nae
  Now I'm in a white whip, no mayonnaise
  Stole a new car for me, Audi A8
  Cardi B brought the beat, told me re-rock the heat
  Try me, I'll do the race like I'm Tay-K
  It ain't no flockin' over here, lil' buddy
  All of us zombies over here, lil' buddy
  All of us robbin' 'cause they love your money
  Got our own money, but we love your money
  Crack a nigga's head wide open like a pumpkin
  Jaguar F-Type orange like a pumpkin
  Young nigga, I got old hundreds
  Smokin' K2 with my bunkie (woo!) [Chorus: Cardi B]
  Lil' bitch, you can't fuck with me if you wanted to (woo!)
  These expensive, these is red bottoms, these is bloody shoes (woo, woo!)
  Hit the store, I can get 'em both, I don't wanna choose
  And I'm quick, cut a nigga off, so don't get comfortable, look (ayy, woo!)
  I don't dance now, I make money moves (ayy, ayy)
  Said I don't gotta dance, I make money moves (woo!)
  If I see you and I don't speak, that means I don't fuck with you
  I'm a boss, you a worker, bitch, I make bloody moves (bloody moves, bloody moves, bloody moves...)