JEALOUSY (feat. Cardi B)

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    There's a lot of drama
    Between you and your beautiful wife, Cardi B
    Let's talk about some music

    (Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia) ealou—, jealous, jealou—
    Jealous ass bitch
    Jealous ass bitch
    (Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia) jealou—, jealous, jealou—
    Jealous ass bitch
    Jealous ass bitch

    (Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia) ealou—, jealous, jealou—
    Jealous ass bitch
    Jealous ass bitch

    Hatin' ass nigga 'cause I got it out the mud
    Hatin' in the family, nigga, be your own blood
    Screamin': Fuck 12 to the DA and judge
    Never been a dub, never been a scrub
    45 Glock, now, oh, you want the judge?
    Better than who? Must be high on them drugs
    Coolin' in the mansion with the bubbles in the tub
    Heard you undercover, you a bitch, you was a stud
    'Set, yes, nigga, don't try me
    In a Lamb', I be damned if a nigga try me
    Gettin' ham with the fam, man, a nigga gotta eat
    Shawty nuttin', I'ma bust, I'ma trick for a treat
    'Fore I bought the Lamb', I was ridin' in the Jeep
    Five-hundred horses with a stick on a seat
    Fuck that nigga, he'll fold when there's heat
    Go against the code for the dough, boy, you weak
    Go against the grain, man, you know a nigga lame
    Cartier frames, I can see a nigga brain
    Cartier bracelet, they matchin' with the chain
    Dirt up on my name, man, you nigga should be shamed
    Knock off her boot when I'm throwin' up gang
    Diamond fruit loops in this watch and it's plain
    My dawg got the juice and I'm smokin' propane
    I'm gunnin', I run to the money, Usain

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    Who talkin'? Who tellin'? Who sang?
    I'm sellin' prescription, cocaine
    She fuck with my pimpin', my cane
    I'm Michael, I'm not no Jermaine
    Jealousy, that shit gon' eat your heart out
    This a AR, sawed off, we'll slay your squad out
    This the beast you brought out, this a feast, we ball out
    I'll eat your heart out, I'll pull your card out
    It's simple, put holes in his face like it's dimples
    New Kimber, new bop-bop-bop-bop, make it limp him
    He play with me, blowin' me, rise in my temper
    I got millions of racks in my mansion, my temple
    I'm gangsta, but with your bitch I get gentle
    Wanksta, take out your teeth like it's dentures
    I'm blankin', you eat this Glock, I'm Miss Winners

    (Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia) jealou—, jealous, jealou—
    Jealous ass bitch
    (Jealous ass bitch) what the fuck these bitches talking 'bout, man?
    (Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia) I mean
    (Jealous ass bitch) who's tellin' us what?
    (Jealous ass bitch) Bardi

    Look
    Ain't no bitch finna front on me (no)
    Bad body bitch with the jumbo teeth
    Yellow Lamborghini like a Bumblebee
    Girl, nobody listen to you 'less you talking 'bout me (woo)
    It's always a bird tryna tweet shit (yeah)
    You offended when I be on defense (fuck you)
    They're too worried 'bout me and my nigga (huh)
    You should worry 'bout the nigga yours sleep with, mmm (ah)

    Face is given and never not gave
    Been to Atlanta, but bitches ain't brave
    How bitches mad? I'm the number one pick
    It's funny, your nigga the one that's a trade
    Bitches is mad stupid (stupid)
    They get to the bag and lose it (lose it)
    I'm still in the bed, I live on her head
    Water and gas included, brrt

    Bitches don't wanna go Birkin for Birkin
    Bitches ain't got enough hits for a Verzuz
    Bitches be actin' so different in person
    Cartier frames, I can see why she nervous (woo)
    This shit a circus, I'm dripped in detergent
    I'm sick, get the nurses, my whip got the curtains
    I'm dripped out in Hermes
    A bitch say my name, then she number one trendin'
    I did you a service, bitch

    Jealous ass bitch
    (Jealous ass bitch) like, huh?
    Jealous ass bitch
    (Jealous ass bitch) man, what the fuck these hoes talking 'bout?
    Hold on, hold on, hold on

    Look, let's keep it a bean, let's keep it a buck
    If I had a dick, it need to be sucked
    All of my opps is runnin' they jibs
    Stomach too big, it need to be tucked
    All of that cryin' be keepin' me up
    When Bardi's around, they see me and duck
    When I make a post, I'm leavin' it up
    They came from the hood, but they leave in the trunk
    Bitch

    Song details

    Composition: Billie Holiday, Juicy J, DJ Paul, Arthur Herzog Jr., Oz, Offset, Boi-1da, Jahaan Sweet, and Cardi B

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