Jealous
I do what I want I know they jealous
I was born to ball just like the Celtics
All these niggas pussy I can smell it
I'm a rockstar I feel like Elvis
Want you to myself I know I'm selfish
And to tell the truth I just can't help it
My clothes one of one I can not sell it
I do what I want I know they jealous
Give me all yo brain
Give me all yo mind
Turn that ass around I'm tryna hit it from behind
After you could leave I don't believe in wasting time
Gotta cut it short cause I been really on my grind
I put in the work
Got it out the dirt
Gotta thank God cause it coulda been worse
Now I might just fly a nigga bitch out to turks
Shoutout my old hoes cause I know they all hurt, yeah
Hurt yeah, just was last year when I was feeling like a curse
Tryna take whatever that would take me off this earth, earth, earth, earth
I do what I want I know they jealous
I was born to ball just like the Celtics
All these niggas pussy I can smell it
Im a rockstar I feel like Elvis
Want you to myself I know I'm selfish
And to tell the truth I just can't help it
My clothes one of one I can not sell it
I do what I want I know they jealous
I was born to ball just like the Celtics
All these niggas pussy I can smell it
I'm a rockstar I feel like Elvis
Want you to myself I know I'm selfish
And to tell the truth I just can't help it
My clothes one of one I can not sell it
I do what I want I know they jealous
Give me all yo brain
Give me all yo mind
Turn that ass around I'm tryna hit it from behind
After you could leave I don't believe in wasting time
Gotta cut it short cause I been really on my grind
I put in the work
Got it out the dirt
Gotta thank God cause it coulda been worse
Now I might just fly a nigga bitch out to turks
Shoutout my old hoes cause I know they all hurt, yeah
Hurt yeah, just was last year when I was feeling like a curse
Tryna take whatever that would take me off this earth, earth, earth, earth
I do what I want I know they jealous
I was born to ball just like the Celtics
All these niggas pussy I can smell it
Im a rockstar I feel like Elvis
Want you to myself I know I'm selfish
And to tell the truth I just can't help it
My clothes one of one I can not sell it
I do what I want I know they jealous
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Writer(s): Christopher Green
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