Jordan

Twenty three like Jordan

Twenty three like Jordan

Pass me the rock and you know I'm scorin'

Twenty three like Jordan

Pass me the rock and you know I'm scorin'

Oh, it didn't even start yet

Bad bitch, she ain't a Scotian

Twenty three like Jordan

Pass me the rock and you know I'm scorin'

Bad bitch, she ain't a Scotian

She foreign, she just imported

She fuckin' with a boss now

Hell, yeah, but she ain't know it

I'm a star boy, I'm a star boy

I feel important

Money, money on the line

When they call, I can't waste no time

Twenty four, seven I grind

I get so high, I'm out of my mind

I lost my bros so they can't shine

So I shine for them

I hit the opps for him

I pray my bro restin'

I woke up thinkin' how y'all **** gon' get this cash

I can't sit on my ass, I gotta get up, gotta get that bag

I gotta get the fast car

My momma told me that she wanted a Jag

And she said, son, watch out, there's a lotta snakes that hide in the grass

She ain't never seen designer

Hoppin' out with Balenciaga's

Now I'm standin' right behind her

Youngin's just came here from shit

Just wanted somme ice on my wrist

Tell her, keep spinnin' for the tips

These bitches can't stop

Gotta get guap

Now I'm so used to this

Twenty three like Jordan

Pass me the rock and you know I'm scorin'

Bad bitch, she ain't a Scotian

She foreign, she just imported

She fuckin' with a boss now

Hell, yeah, but she ain't know it

I'm a star boy, I'm a star boy

I feel important

Money, money on the line

When they call, I can't waste no time

Twenty four, seven I grind

I get so high, I'm out of my mind

I lost my bros so they can't shine

So I shine for them

I hit the opps for him

I pray my bro restin'

Cocaine on my feet

Balmain on my jeans

I did it again

I ran up a check

I did that shit twice

I might as well do it again

She givin' me neck in the back of the Benz

Baby, watch out for your friend

I'm late for my flight

We ain't gonna again, girl

We ain't goin' again

Why these **** keep hatin' on me

Man, go and get some racks

I'm just tryna get my bands up

So I'm flippin' all of these packs

Three whips when we pull up

That's a hat trick on the gas

And I skrrt on the scene

First place, I can't be last

Twenty three like Jordan

Pass me the rock and you know I'm scorin'

Bad bitch, she ain't a Scotian

She foreign, she just imported

She fuckin' with a boss now

Hell, yeah, but she ain't know it

I'm a star boy, I'm a star boy

I feel important

Money, money on the line

When they call, I can't waste no time

Twenty four, seven I grind

I get so high, I'm out of my mind

I lost my bros so they can't shine

So I shine for them

I hit the opps for him

I pray my bro restin'