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