Jealousy

歌詞

Drive real fast cars, rags to riches (What its go come in with a verse?) They hate to see the type of shit that we on (Mike WiLL Made It) The ice on chill, shoe game nasty The bank roll won't even fold These niggas jealous I can see it in they faces, they wanna trade places These niggas jealous Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Bitch, these niggas Haters coming faster then I ever seen them come before Racks on racks they say I was a one hit wonder, where I go To the top where I belong, I'm from the corner slanging stones Twenty mixtapes in a year, you know the type of shit I'm on Fly, shit, only, that's just the code that I live by Tell me I can't do it, it won't work, and I'ma still try Try to hold me back and doubted me, they did it several times You can never underestimate a nigga like my kind I'ma rebel, I'm a warrior, and I'll destroy ya All these dues I paid you go need more than a judge of lawyers You put my back against the wall, I'ma come out standing tall Drive real fast cars, rags to riches They hate to see the type of shit that we on The ice on chill, shoe game nasty The bank roll won't even fold These niggas jealous I can see it in they faces, they wanna trade places These niggas jealous Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah These niggas jealous Money multiplying, soov flatline Y'all niggas can't even see me in the daytime Bank' America on speed dial, I'm eatin' now Stacking every penny just in case I go to war with y'all I'm just a young hood nigga with a lot of class And I'm swagging you niggas, body bags You see the way I perform, these girls is loving my charm I love my city and they love me back My chain looking like a camera when it flash I'm hungry for that money, and I'm getting cash I'm in that big body with two hundred on the dash Drive real fast cars, rags to riches They hate to see the type of shit that we on The ice on chill, shoe game nasty The bank roll won't even fold These niggas jealous I can see it in they faces, they wanna trade places These niggas jealous Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You want that Hermes shit, I got it for ya You want that YSL, I got it for ya I went from rags to riches and now I'm spoiled I know some Freeband Gang niggas who loyal They said we wouldn't be shit, but some finessers Now we pulling up in them fully loaded compressors And now the tables have turned, I moved on It ain't no animosity, I moved on And they don't wanna see you make it where I come from And they don't like it that I'm famous no uh uh, uh You need to take a look at what I have accomplished How many niggas you know can turn nothing into something Drive real fast cars, rags to riches They hate to see the type of shit that we on The ice on chill, shoe game nasty The bank roll won't even fold These niggas jealous I can see it in they faces, they wanna trade places These niggas jealous Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah These niggas jealous