Mike Will Made It - Jealous lyrics

[Intro] What its go come in with a verse? [Hook] Drive real fast cars, rags to riches They hate to see the type of sh** that we on The ice on chill, shoe game nasty The bank roll won't even fold These n***as jealous I can see it in they faces, they wanna trade places These n***as jealous Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah These n***as jealous [Verse 1] 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, Im from the corner slanging stones 20 mixtapes in a year, you know the type of sh** I'm on Fly, sh**, only, thats just the code that I live by Tell me I can't do it, it won't work, and Ima' still try Try to hold me back and doubted me, they did it several times You can never underestimate a n***a like my kind Ima' rebel, Im 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, Ima' come out standing tall [Hook] Drive real fast cars, rags to riches They hate to see the type of sh** that we on The ice on chill, shoe game nasty The bank roll won't even fold These n***as jealous I can see it in they faces, they wanna trade places These n***as jealous Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah These n***as jealous [Verse 2] Money multiplying, soon flatline Yall n***as can't even see me in the daytime Bank' America on speed dail, Im eatin' now Stacking every penny just incase I go to war with yall Im just a young hood n***a with a lot of cla** & im swagging you n***as, 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 Im hungry for that money, and Im getting cash Im in that big body with 200 on the dash [Hook] Drive real fast cars, rags to riches They hate to see the type of sh** that we on The ice on chill, shoe game nasty The bank roll won't even fold These n***as jealous I can see it in they faces, they wanna trade places These n***as jealous Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah These n***as jealous [Verse 3] You want that hermes sh**, 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 n***as who loyal They said we wouldn't be sh**, 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 dont 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 n***as you know can turn nothing into something [Hook] Drive real fast cars, rags to riches They hate to see the type of sh** that we on The ice on chill, shoe game nasty The bank roll won't even fold These n***as jealous I can see it in they faces, they wanna trade places These n***as jealous Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah These n***as jealous