YG – Jealous (Audio, Lyrics)

YG returns again with “Jealous”. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Paul Cabbin, Tariq Beats & Musik MajorX.

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YG has been teasing a new project for quite some time and on Friday, he delivered with his new effort My Life 4Hunnid. There were plenty of singles teasing this album but now, we have a full slate of tracks that feature the artist’s signature Los Angeles sound. Perhaps one of the big standouts of the album is the first song “Jealous” which does a great job at setting the tone of the project.

As you would expect, the song is filled with that California bounce, all while YG provides some braggadocios bars that speak to his place in the game. YG sounds as confident as ever here and it translates into a great song to add to your weekend playlists.

YG – Jealous (prod. Paul Cabbin, Tariq Beats & Musik MajorX)

Lyrics

[Intro]
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[Chorus]
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)

[Verse]
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 [?] 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 they ain’t James Harden scorin’ like this
I’m fucked in the game with a STD
Contagious as fuck, I spread the game out to the team
You lame as fuck, I probably seen you on a meme
Poppin’ as fuck, you probably seen me on a 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 5th, 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 Clause
Lamborghini, new Ferrari, drivin’ crazy, I’m not sorry
Would’ve thought I was a collector how I keep a Barbie
Level [?], you can never scoop me, baby, I’m too tardy
I’m a dawg, leave my mark, my shit permanent, it’s Sharpie

[Chorus]
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)