Offset & Cardi B – Jealousy Lyrics
Jealousy Lyrics by Offset & Cardi B
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Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Jealou—, jealous, jealou—
Jealous a$$ B!tch
Jealous a$$ B!tch
Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Jealou—, jealous, jealou—
Jealous a$$ B!tch
Jealous a$$ B!tch
[Verse 1: Offset] Hatin’ a$$ niqqa ’cause I got it out the mud
Hatin’ in the family, niqqa, be your own blood
Screamin’, « fvck 12 » to the D.A. and judge
Never been a dub, never been a scrub
.45 Glock, now, oh, you want the judge?
Better than who? Must be high on them drugs
Coolin’ in the mansion with the bubbles in the tub
Heard you undercover, you a B!tch, you was a stud
‘Set, yеs, niqqa, don’t try me
In a Lamb’, I be damned if a niqqa try mе
Gettin’ ham with the fam, man, a niqqa gotta eat
Shawty, nuttin’, I’ma bust, I’ma trick for a treat
‘Fore I bought the Lamb’, I was ridin’ in the Jeep
Five-hundred horses with a stick on a seat
fvck that niqqa, he’ll fold when there’s heat
Go against the code for the dough, boy, you weak
Go against the grain, man, you know a niqqa lame
Cartier frames, I can see a niqqa brain
Cartier bracelet, they matchin’ with the chain
Dirt up on my name, man, you niqqa should be shamed
Knock off her boot when I’m throwin’ up gang
Diamond fruit loops in this watch, and it’s plain
My dawg got the juice and I’m smokin’ propane
I’m gunnin’, I run to the money, Usain
Who talkin’? Who tellin’? Who sang?
I’m sellin’ prescription cocaine
She fvck with my pimpin’, my cane
I’m Michael, I’m not no Jermaine
Jealousy, that sh!t gon’ eat your heart out
This a AR, sawed off, we’ll slay your squad out
This the beast you brought out, this a feast, we ball out
I’ll eat your heart out, I’ll pull your card out
It’s simple, put holes in his face like it’s dimples
New Kimber, new bop-bop, bop-bop, make it limp him
He play with me, blowin’ me, rise in my temper
I got millions of racks in my mansion, my temple
I’m gangsta but with your B!tch, I get gentle
Wanksta, take out your teeth like it’s dentures
I’m blankin’, you eat this Glock, I’m Miss Winners
Jealou—, jealous, jealou—
Jealous a$$ B!tch
What the fvck these B!tches talking ’bout, man?
Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
I mean, who’s tellin’ us what?
Jealou—, jealous, jealou—
Jealous a$$ B!tch
Bardi
Bad body B!tch with the jumbo teeth
Yellow Lamborghini like a bumblebee
Girl, nobody listen to you ‘less you talking ’bout me (Woo)
It’s always a bird tryna tweet sh!t (Yeah)
You offended when I be on defense (fvck you)
They’re too worried ’bout me and my niqqa (Huh)
You should worry ’bout the niqqa yours sleep with, hmm (Ah)
Face is given and never not gave
Been to Atlanta, but B!tches ain’t brave
How B!tches mad? I’m the number one pick
It’s funny, your niqqa the one that’s a trade
B!tches is mad stupid (Stupid)
They get to the bag and lose it (Lose it)
I’m still in the bed, I live on her head
Water and gas included, brrt (Grrah)
Biches don’t wanna go Birkin for Birkin
B!tches ain’t got enough hits for a Verzuz
B!tches be actin’ so different in person
Cartier frames, I can see why she nervous (Woo)
This sh!t a circus, I’m dripped in detergent
I’m sick, get the nurses, my whip got the curtains
I’m dripped out in Hermes
A B!tch say my name, then she number one trendin’
I did you a service, B!tch
[Chorus: Cardi B] Jealous a$$ B!tch
Jealous a$$ B!tch
Like, huh?
Jealous a$$ B!tch
Jealous a$$ B!tch
Man, what the fvck these hoes talking ’bout?
Hold on, hold on, hold on [Outro: Cardi B] Look, let’s keep it a bean, let’s keep it a buck
If I had a d!ck, 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 leavin in the truck
B!tch