作词 : Kiari Kendrell Cephus/Belcalis Almanzar/Ozan Yildirim/Matthew Jehu Samuels/Jahaan Akil Sweet/Paul Beauregard/Jordan Houston/Arthur Herzog, Jr./Billie Holiday

作曲 : Kiari Kendrell Cephus/Belcalis Almanzar/Ozan Yildirim/Matthew Jehu Samuels/Jahaan Akil Sweet/Paul Beauregard/Jordan Houston/Arthur Herzog, Jr./Billie Holiday

There's a lot of drama between you and your beautiful wife, Cardi B

Let's talk about some music

Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia

Jealous, jealous, jealous

Jealous ass b*tch

Jealous ass b*tch

Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia

Jealous ass b*tch

Jealous ass b*tch

Hatin' ass n****, 'cause I got it out the mud

Hatin' in the family, n****, be your own blood

Screamin', "F*ck 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 b*tch, you was a stud

Set, yes, n****, don't try me

In a Lamb', I be damned if a n**** try me

Gettin' ham with the fam, man, a n**** gotta eat

Shawty, nuttin', I'ma bust, I'ma trick for a treat

'Fore I bought the Lamb', I was ridin' in a Jeep

Five-hundred horses with a stick on a seat

F*ck that n****, 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 n**** lame

Cartier frames, I can see a n**** brain

Cartier bracelet, they matchin' with the chain

Dirt up on my name, man, you n***** should be shamed

Knock off her boots when I'm throwin' up gang

Diamond fruit loops on this watch, and it's plain

My dog got the juice and no smokin' propane

I'm gunnin', I run to the money, Usain

Who talkin', who tellin', who sayin'?

I'm sellin' prescription *******

She f*ck 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 wit' your b*tch, I get gentle

Wanksta, take out your teeth like it's dentures

I'm blankin', you eat this Glock up, Mrs.Winners

Jealous ass b*tch

Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia

Jealous, jealous, jealous

Jealous ass b*tch

What the f*ck these ******* talkin' 'bout, man?

Jealous ass b*tch

Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia

I mean, who's tellin' us what?

Jealous ass b*tch

Jealous ass b*tch

Bardi

Look, ain't no b*tch finna front on me

Bad body b*tch with the jumbo teeth

Yellow Lamborghini like a bumblebee

Girl, nobody listen to you 'less you talkin' 'bout me

It's always a bird tryna tweet shit

You offended when I be on defense

They're too worried 'bout me and my n****

You should worry 'bout that n**** yours sleep with, hmm

Face is given and never not gave

Been to Atlanta, but b*tches ain't brave

How ******* mad? I'm the number one pick

It's funny, your n**** the one that's a trade

B*tches is mad stupid

Stupid

They get to the bag and lose it

Lose it

I'm still in the bed, I live on head

Water and gas included, brrt

B*tches don't wanna go Birkin for Birkin

B*tches ain't got enough hits for a VERZUZ

B*tches be actin' so different in person

Cartier frames, I can see why she nervous

This shit is a circus, I'm dipped in detergent

I'm sick, get the nurses, my whip got the curtains

I'm dripped out in Hermes

A b*tch say my name, then she number one trendin'

I did you a service, b*tch

Jealous ass b*tch

Jealous ass b*tch

Like, huh?

Jealous ass b*tch

Man, what the f*ck these hoes talkin' 'bout? Hold on, hold on, hold on

Look, let's keep it a bean, let's keep it a buck

If I had a d*ck, it need to be sucked

All of my opps is runnin' they jibs

Stomach too big, it need to be tucked

All of that cryin' be keepin' me up

When Bardi's around, they see me and duck

When I make a post, I'm leavin' it up

They came from the hood but they leave in the trunk, b*tch