JEALOUSY (feat. Cardi B)

There's a lot of drama between you and your beautiful wife, Cardi B
Let's talk about some music
Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Jealou-, jealous, jealou-
Jealous a- b-
Jealous a- b-
Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Jealou-, jealous, jealou-
Jealous a- b-
Jealous a- b-

Hatin' a- n- 'cause I got it out the mud
Hatin' in the family, n-, be your own blood
Screamin', "Fuck 12" to the D.A. 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 b-, you was a stud

'Set, yes, n-, don't try mе
In a Lamb', I be damned if a n- try me
Gеttin' ham with the fam, man, a n- 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 n-, 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 n- lame
Cartier frames, I can see a n- brain
Cartier bracelet, they matchin' with the chain
Dirt up on my name, man, you n- 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

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 sh- 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 b-, 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 a- b-
What the fuck these b- talking 'bout, man?
Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
I mean, who's tellin' us what?
Jealou-, jealous, jealou-
Jealous a- b-
Bardi

Look, ain't no b- finna front on me (no)
Bad body b- 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 sh- (yeah)
You offended when I be on defense (fuck you)
They're too worried 'bout me and my n- (huh)
You should worry 'bout the n- yours sleep with, hmm (ah)

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

B- don't wanna go Birkin for Birkin
B- ain't got enough hits for a Verzuz
B- be actin' so different in person
Cartier frames, I can see why she nervous (woo)
This sh- 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 b- say my name, then she number one trendin'
I did you a service, b-

Jealous a- b-
Jealous a- b-
Like, huh?
Jealous a- b-
Jealous a- b-
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 d-, it need to be sucked
All of my opps is runnin' they jibs
Stomach too big, it need to be tucked (ah-ah-ah)
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
B-



Credits
Writer(s): Billie Holiday, Paul D. Beauregard, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Jordan Michael Houston, Jahaan Akil Sweet, Arthur Herzog Jr., Belcalis Almanzar, Ozan Yildirim
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