Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Offset
Vocals
Cardi B
Cardi B
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jahaan Sweet
Jahaan Sweet
Songwriter
Kiari Cephus
Kiari Cephus
Songwriter
Belcalis Almanzar
Belcalis Almanzar
Songwriter
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Songwriter
Juicy J
Juicy J
Songwriter
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Songwriter
OZ
OZ
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
OZ
OZ
Producer
Aresh Banaji
Aresh Banaji
Mixing Engineer
Ignacio Portales
Ignacio Portales
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jahaan Sweet
Jahaan Sweet
Producer
Shareef Rupert
Shareef Rupert
Assistant Mixing Engineer
JRich ENT.
JRich ENT.
Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
BAINZ
BAINZ
Mixing Engineer
Eric "Nealante" Phillips
Eric "Nealante" Phillips
Mixing Engineer
Evan LaRay
Evan LaRay
Mixing Engineer
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Producer
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

There's a lot of drama Between you and your beautiful wife, Cardi B Let's talk about some music Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia (jealo-, jealous, jealous) Jealous ass bitch, jealous ass bitch Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia (je-je) Jealous ass bitch, jealous ass bitch Hatin' ass nigga 'cause I got it out the mud Hatin' in the family, nigga, be your own blood Screamin', "Fuck 12" to the D.A. and judge Never been a dub, never been a scrub .45 Glock, now, oh, you want to 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 bitch, you was a stud Set, yes, nigga, don't try me In a Lamb', I be damned if a nigga try me Gettin' ham with the fam', man, a nigga gotta eat Shawty nuttin', I'ma bust, I'm a trick for a treat 'Fore I bought the Lamb', I was ridin' in a Jeep 500 horses with a stick on a seat Fuck that nigga, he'll fold when it's heat Go against the code for the dough, boy, you weak Go against the grain, man, you know a nigga lame Cartier frames, I can see a nigga brain Cartier bracelet, it's matchin' with the chain Dirt up on my name, man, you nigga should be shamed Knock off her boots when I'm throwin' up, gang Diamond fruit loops on this watch, and it's plain My dawg got the juice and I'm smokin' propane I'm gunnin', I run to the money, Usain Who talkin'? Who tellin'? Who sang? I'm sellin' prescription cocaine She fuck with my pimpin', my cane I'm Michael, I'm not no Jermaine Jealousy, that shit gon' eat yo' heart out This an 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, risin' in my temper I got millions of racks in my mansion, my temple I'm gangsta, but wit' yo' bitch I get gentle Wanksta, take out yo' teeth like it's dentures I'm blankin', you eat this Glock, I'm Miss Winners (jealous ass bitch) Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia (jealo-, jealous, jealous) What the fuck these bitches talkin' 'bout, man? (Jealous ass bitch, jealous ass bitch) (Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia) I mean, who's tellin' us what? (Je-je-jealous ass bitch) (Jealous ass bitch) Bardi Look, ain't no bitch finna front on me (no) Bad body bitch with the jumbo teeth Yellow Lamborghini like a Bumblebee Girl, nobody listen to you 'less you talkin' 'bout me (woo) It's always a bird tryna tweet shit (yeah) You offended when I be on defense (fuck you) They're too worried 'bout me and my nigga (huh) You should worry 'bout that nigga you're asleep with, mm (ah) Face is given and never not gave, been to Atlanta, but bitches ain't brave How bitches mad? I'm the number one pick, it's funny, yo' nigga the one that's a trade Bitches 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 Bitches don't wanna go Birkin for Birkin Bitches ain't got enough hits for a Verzuz Bitches be actin' so different in person Cartier frames, I can see why she nervous (woo) This shit a circus, I'm dripped in detergent I'm sick, get the nurses, my whip got the curtains, I'm dripped out in Hermes A bitch say my name, then she number one trendin', I did you a service, bitch (Jealous ass bitch, jealous ass bitch) like, huh? (Jealous ass bitch, jealous ass bitch) man, what the fuck these hoes talkin' 'bout? Hol' on, hol' on, hol' on Look, let's keep it a bean, let's keep it a buck If I had a dick, it need to be sucked All of my opps is runnin' they jibs Stomach too big, it need to be tucked (ah) 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, bitch
Writer(s): Billie Holiday, Paul D. Beauregard, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Jordan Michael Houston, Jahaan Akil Sweet, Arthur Herzog Jr., Belcalis Almanzar, Ozan Yildirim Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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