โหลดเพลง mp3 Jealous (Clean Version) - Future

Jealous (Clean Version) - Future
Written by：Nayvadius "Future" Cash/Sonny Corey Uwaezuoke
What its go come in with a verse

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

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
20 mixtapes in a year you know the type of sh*t I'm on
Fly sh*t 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 ni**a like my kind

I'm a 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'm a come out standing tall
Drive real fast cars rags to riches
They hate to see the type of sh*t 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

Money multiplying soon flatline

Yall niggas can't even see me in the daytime

Bank America on speed dail I'm eatin' now
Stacking every penny just incase I go to war with yall
I'm just a young hood ni**a with a lot of class

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 200 on the dash

Drive real fast cars rags to riches
They hate to see the type of sh*t 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 sh*t 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 sh*t 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

You need to take a look at what I dun become

How many niggas you know can turn nothing into something

Drive real fast cars rags to riches
They hate to see the type of sh*t 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