[Intro: Jamie Lee Curtis & Offset]
There's a lot of drama between you and your beautiful wife, Cardi B
Let's talk about some music
Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Ealou—, jealous, jealou—
Jealous ass bitch
Jealous ass bitch
Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Jealou—, jealous, jealou—
Jealous ass bitch
Jealous ass bitch
[Verse 1: Offset]
Hatin' ass nigga 'cause I got it out the mud
Hatin' in the family, nigga, 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 bitch, you was a stud
'Set, yes, nigga, don't try mе
In a Lamb', I be damned if a nigga try me
Gеttin' ham with the fam, man, a nigga 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 nigga, 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 nigga lame
Cartier frames, I can see a nigga brain
Cartier bracelet, they matchin' with the chain
Dirt up on my name, man, you nigga 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 shit 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 bitch, I get gentle
Wanksta, take out your teeth like it's dentures
I'm blankin', you eat this Glock, I'm Miss Winners
There's a lot of drama between you and your beautiful wife, Cardi B
Let's talk about some music
Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Ealou—, jealous, jealou—
Jealous ass bitch
Jealous ass bitch
Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Jealou—, jealous, jealou—
Jealous ass bitch
Jealous ass bitch
[Verse 1: Offset]
Hatin' ass nigga 'cause I got it out the mud
Hatin' in the family, nigga, 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 bitch, you was a stud
'Set, yes, nigga, don't try mе
In a Lamb', I be damned if a nigga try me
Gеttin' ham with the fam, man, a nigga 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 nigga, 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 nigga lame
Cartier frames, I can see a nigga brain
Cartier bracelet, they matchin' with the chain
Dirt up on my name, man, you nigga 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 shit 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 bitch, I get gentle
Wanksta, take out your teeth like it's dentures
I'm blankin', you eat this Glock, I'm Miss Winners
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