YG - Jealous lyrics
[YG - Jealous lyrics]
Uh
I fly private, it's lit-lit
It's a field trip buy bags, my type of bags
They be meal tick's
I could fuck up a check, nigga, I got it
Still rich
I came straight from the bottom to the top
That's a heel flip
They ain't talkin' that Glock talk
We'll hit the kill switch
I just wrote up a script
Somebody call up Will Smith
Pockets full of blue hundreds
You would've swore a nigga crip
Niggas ballin'
But thеy ain't James Harden scorin' like this
I'm fuckеd in the game with an STD
Contagious as fuck
I spread the game out to the team (Team)
You lame as fuck
I probably seen you on a meme
Poppin' as fuck
You probably seen me on a screen
(Screen) , nigga
Let me floss, Hugo Boss, voom, voom
Whip talk
Cuban bust down, yellow diamonds, ooh
He pissed off
White gold, yellow gold, same time
Criss-cross i like ghetto bitches that wear
Too much lip gloss
Drop it off, pick it up, makin' shit
Drop it off
Bitches catches feelings one handed, damn
She Randy Moss
Know the cost, profit lost, nigga
I'm a fuckin' boss
Neiman Marcus, Saks and Fifth
We don't do no fuckin' Ross
The Maybach glossy, 6-4 gloss, candy paint
We drippin' off
You bought all them watches, but
Ain't bought no house, you fuckin' false
Heart on cold, leave 'em frost, fuck a lead
She wake up lost
Got the sauce, I got ho-ho-hoes, Santa Claus
Lamborghini, new Ferrari, drivin' crazy
I'm not sorry
Would've thought I was a collector
How I keep a Barbie
Level 'parly, you can never school me, baby
I'm too tardy
I'm a dawg, leave my mark, my shit permanent
It's Sharpie
They jealous, they envious of me (Jealous)
I'm rich as fuck, I'm poppin'
Got it poppin' off a beat (Poppin')
I'm fuckin' on they bitches they
Payin' out here for free (Free)
I'm stylin' with no stylist, stay clean
I got OCD (Stylin')
You niggas soft and you follow
You niggas sheep
Hit a buff nigga with hollows
And make him weak (Weak)
Yeah, that red and blue shit cool
But I want that green (Green)
Ooh, that wire just hit, I feel relief (Woo)
I fly private, it's lit-lit
It's a field trip buy bags, my type of bags
They be meal tick's
I could fuck up a check, nigga, I got it
Still rich
I came straight from the bottom to the top
That's a heel flip
They ain't talkin' that Glock talk
We'll hit the kill switch
I just wrote up a script
Somebody call up Will Smith
Pockets full of blue hundreds
You would've swore a nigga crip
Niggas ballin'
But thеy ain't James Harden scorin' like this
I'm fuckеd in the game with an STD
Contagious as fuck
I spread the game out to the team (Team)
You lame as fuck
I probably seen you on a meme
Poppin' as fuck
You probably seen me on a screen
(Screen) , nigga
Let me floss, Hugo Boss, voom, voom
Whip talk
Cuban bust down, yellow diamonds, ooh
He pissed off
White gold, yellow gold, same time
Criss-cross i like ghetto bitches that wear
Too much lip gloss
Drop it off, pick it up, makin' shit
Drop it off
Bitches catches feelings one handed, damn
She Randy Moss
Know the cost, profit lost, nigga
I'm a fuckin' boss
Neiman Marcus, Saks and Fifth
We don't do no fuckin' Ross
The Maybach glossy, 6-4 gloss, candy paint
We drippin' off
You bought all them watches, but
Ain't bought no house, you fuckin' false
Heart on cold, leave 'em frost, fuck a lead
She wake up lost
Got the sauce, I got ho-ho-hoes, Santa Claus
Lamborghini, new Ferrari, drivin' crazy
I'm not sorry
Would've thought I was a collector
How I keep a Barbie
Level 'parly, you can never school me, baby
I'm too tardy
I'm a dawg, leave my mark, my shit permanent
It's Sharpie
They jealous, they envious of me (Jealous)
I'm rich as fuck, I'm poppin'
Got it poppin' off a beat (Poppin')
I'm fuckin' on they bitches they
Payin' out here for free (Free)
I'm stylin' with no stylist, stay clean
I got OCD (Stylin')
You niggas soft and you follow
You niggas sheep
Hit a buff nigga with hollows
And make him weak (Weak)
Yeah, that red and blue shit cool
But I want that green (Green)
Ooh, that wire just hit, I feel relief (Woo)