Jealous Lyrics

Artist: Future
Album: Pluto 3D
Year: 2012

[Intro – Future]
What? Its gon’ come in with a verse?

[Hook – Future]
Drive real fast cars, rags to riches
They hate to see the type of shit that we on
Ice on chill, shoe game nasty
The bank roll won’t even fold
These niggas jealous
I can see it in they faces, they wanna trade places
These niggas jealous
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahhh
These niggas…

[Verse 1 – Future]
Haters coming faster than I ever seen them come before
Racks on racks, they said I was a one hit wonder, where I go?
To the top where I belong, but I’m from the corner slanging stones
20 mixtapes in a year, you know the type of shit I’m on
Fly shit only, that’s just the code that I live by
Tell me I can’t do it, it won’t work and I’mma still try
Tried to hold me back and doubted me, they did it several times
You can never underestimate a nigga like my kind
I’m a rebel, I’m a warrior, and I’ll destroy ya
All these dues I paid, you gon’ need more than a judge or lawyer
You put my back against the wall, I’mma come out standing tall

[Hook – Future]
Drive real fast cars, rags to riches
They hate to see the type of shit that we on
The ice on chill, shoe game nasty
The bank roll won’t even fold
These niggas jealous
I can see it in they faces, they wanna trade places
These niggas jealous
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahhh
These niggas jealous

[Verse 2 – Future]
Money multiplyin’, zoom flatline
Y’all niggas can’t even see me in the daytime
Bank America on speed dial, I’m eatin’ now
Stacking every penny just in case I go to war with y’all
I’m just a young hood nigga with a lot of class
And I’m swaggin’ on you niggas, 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
I’m hungry for that money and I’m getting cash
I’m in that big body with 200 on the dash

[Hook – Future]
Drive real fast cars, rags to riches
They hate to see the type of shit that we on
The ice on chill, shoe game nasty
The bank roll won’t even fold
These niggas jealous
I can see it in they faces, they wanna trade places
These niggas jealous
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahhh

[Verse 3 – Future]
You want that Hermes shit, 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 Free Band Gang niggas who loyal
They said we wouldn’t be shit, 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 don’t wanna see you make it where I come from
And don’t like it that I’m famous, no, uh-uh, uh
You need to take a look at what I done accomplished
How many niggas you know can turn nothin’ into somethin’?

[Hook – Future]
Drive real fast cars, rags to riches
They hate to see the type of shit that we on
The ice on chill, shoe game nasty
The bank roll won’t even fold
These niggas jealous
I can see it in they faces, they wanna trade places
These niggas jealous
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahhh
These niggas jealous