I know, I know We movin' Diego, Diego Just made 100, I need 8 more We all in Margiela I'm the new Tony Montana nigga These niggas is jealous They just can't understand a nigga no They move on my say so, my say so .30 on my hip, nuevo

Hep, two, three, four Marching along Love as much as I can Try and be strong Good for the time that's not too far Good while no jealousy and war Aim my sad eyes into the sun Think of all people just as one Oh, yeah, there's a love march going on here

I'mma smooth young nigga, Balmain's and Margiela's Bout a hundred thou on me, I'm hurting these suckas feelings What do you prove when you making 'em all jealous? I'm allergic to broke niggas 'cause all we know is get it, ayy I'm allergic to broke niggas

No flex zone, no flex zone They know better, they know better I treat it so special, now ya ho jealous Freak hoes, got several, they tens or better I'm a trendsetter, I'm a go-getter! Won a gold medal and a gold bezel Wack sauce I can hear it in your

Do you think about the times that we're together? But baby I want you I'm try a love you true Celebrate who you are Appreciate you for you Baby I want you We need to let go of the jealousy 'Cause turnin' our back won't do Without compromise, we'd lose

From the wind that blows by To the sun that touches your skin On a Sunday afternoon. I'm jealous! Because nothing loves you like I do. I said nothing loves you like I do. Said I'm jea- jealous Said I'm jealous I said I wish my hands could do

Ay, I sip the lean in the car My shooter rock out like guitars Take his girl and I'm breaking her heart Me and Gabe, we be shining like stars Smoking dope, I don't fuck with the bars I think I landed on Mars They be hating 'cause we living large Ay, why

Let me take a selfie When Jason was at the table I kept on seeing him look at me when he was with that other girl Do you think he was just doing that to make me jealous? Because he was totally texting me all night last night And I don't know if it's a

Black boy fly Watch that black boy fly So I'm saying "What up what up. Nigga you made it." So I'm saying "What up what up. Nigga I hate it." I used to be jealous of Aaron Afflalo Frustrated and I'm riding down the back streets Making my conscious ask me

No food on my table And no shoes to go on my feet Hard times, hard times Hard times seem like a jealous thing My children cry for mercy They got no place to call your own If someone don't help me And I just can't be around three months long No shoes on