Jordan

[Verse 1: Michael Da Vinci] Yall niggas talking that gangsta shit None of yall niggas near gangsta rich Back to the crib wit my gangsta bitch Why you throw me like that, her favorite Know a couple lil niggas who dangerous Know a couple lil niggas who savage lit You a boosted fed, free booster, man Fuck them other niggas like Uncle Sam And fuck them other niggas cuz we shine on them No limit wit my soldiers cuz I ride for them They mad, they dont wanna see murder Get up on your beat and I'll merk ya ass Ya bitch love the way I start the beat all fast Then slow it down, its effortless It's the House muthafucka til the deferment My niggas Detroit, yall pistol-less Devil, red wings no hockey tip Push the House, you get it take ya bitch Fourth quarter, Michael Jefferies Cuz Michael don't play when it comes to this Them raps that they rappin' like they be on anthems And niggas is actors like talkin they shit Lil homie get bars, before you get balled And step ya weak ass up to Michael da Vinci [Hook] Say bitch I'm ballin Say bitch I'm ballin Say bitch I'm ballin Say bitch I'm ballin out Ballin, ballin, ballin Say bitch I'm ballin out Say bitch I'm [Verse 2: Isaiah Rashad] These hoes call me young sporty Step up and get ya bitch fucked I dont give shit about pissin, I came to a grip that Yo son came out lookin like us Niggas throw me on a beat and my syllables twist I hopped in my ride and I'm chucking your disc I left wit the house and I came in your bitch Ain't talkin bout shit, you just pumpin your fist These hoes wanna swallow my babies These niggas tryna ride my dick Don't try to give me advice I got soda you like And yo cosign ain't bringing you shit Niggas tryna ride this wave, fuck em I send my love in bundles Give no fucks about how fuckin good you can rap Your verse ain't bringing me numbers [Hook] Say bitch I'm ballin Bitch I'm ballin out Bitch I'm, bitch I'm ballin out Say bitch I'm ballin Bitch I'm ballin out Bitch I'm, Say bitch I'm ballin Bitch I'm, bitch I'm, Say bitch I'm ballin Bitch I'm, Say bitch I'm ballin [Verse 3: Rikki Blu] Yeah this that Texas trill, that Texas trill Triple D that Texas trill I bet she bust it for the house on half a pill And you swearing that you thuggin but you ain't foreal You tryna bust a ceil, I'm tryna cop a pill M&M's wit the blue and yellow purple hills Throwin niggas out the crib like Uncle Phil This is not a drill, so get me back and the track cuz them racks At the trap double black out the tech Guarantee these niggas won't hold me back Boy you think you hard cuz you came wit a strap Well rat-tat-tat-tat we ended outlet I entered that smash my foot on the gas, I'm grippin that ass I'm rippin this track, It's easy as that I'm Jordan wit raps, these niggas ain't whack, The House it's a wrap But back to trap wit the pack I go You rappin bout rappin its whack and they clappin Pause, what the fuck is wrong wit yall They laced up the hoop, we came here to ball I'm fuckin that bitch, you slipped in them draws I'm grinnin and shit, you simpin and shit You textin that bitch, she sucked on my dick Fucked wit the clique on the house in the flick Yo bitch rockin my jersey and my music all in her iPhone I don't see how thats yo main bitch, if yo main bitch is my side hoe And my grind slow but I'mma shine hoe And what you think about me dont matter, why Cuz you don't fix the food on my platter, I Climb to the top and keep the ladder, why I'm sicker than droppin 38 wit a fever man Im meaner than, the leader and all of the believers man [Hook] I'm ballin Aye bitch I'm ballin Say bitch I'm ballin Aye bitch I'm ballin Say bitch I'm ballin Say bitch I'm ballin Say bitch I'm ballin