Jumpin' Like Jordan
(专辑: Streets On Lock - 2013)
[Hook: Rich The
Kid] Got the
trap house like Jordan Pull up in a
brand new foreign 300 on the
dash and I
paid straight cash Take off on you niggas Jeff Gordon AP, it cost me 50 Model ho yeah she with me Living life like I'm Diddy In the
Kitchen with Whitney Got the
trap house jumping like Jordan Trap house jumping like Jordan Got the
trap house jumping like Jordan Trap house jumping like Jordan AP, it cost me 50 Model ho yeah she wit me Living life like I'm Diddy In the
Kitchen with Whitney [Verse 1: Quavo] Trap house jumping like Jordan J's in the
hood, they're snorting Double cup, lean, I'm pouring Yo' bitch whipping in the
early morning Pulled up in the
drop top Phantom Niggas in the
hood can't stand it My whip game is so special I'm whipping up the
whole Grand Canyon I
got Molly, I
got white, Marilyn Mason! I
went to the
jeweler, cashed out on a
new piece, now my diamonds dancing Yo bitch think I'm romantic, my coke card game is frantic My whip game make you panic, my plug is Phil Jackson Feeling like Mutombo, I
got all these Kush bowls Jugging at the
Texaco, you smoking on Reginald? Trap game Elvis Presley, you can't impress me Dark skinned ho can cook the
dope, she look like Nestle [Hook: Rich The
Kid] [Verse 2: Rich The
Kid] Got the
trap house jumping like Kobe Cashed out, hundred K
on a
Rollie You ain't one of me, nigga, don't talk to me, nigga I'm a
real ass nigga, you phony In the
kitchen whipping up them babies Make the
Pyrex trap go crazy Young nigga got money, young nigga got work Young nigga got crack like the
80s I'm winning, I'm winning, I'm Dunking, I'm Dunking I'm Jordan, you're not even Kobe In the
kitchen with a
Pyrex pot Where the
whipping in the
pot too hot Drinking lean, out the
bottle In the
Aston Martin foreign with a
model Twenty racks on me, got tats on me In the
bed with six hoes like 2 x 3
[Hook: Rich The
Kid] [Verse 3: Takeoff] I'm a
free man, no Morgan! That choppa, it take out you organs I
play with them keys, no organ! Your bitch in my kitchen, she snorting The
lean, I'm pouring, I'm snoring I'm making them plays in Delaware Versace, Medusa my underwear Who the
fuck, nigga better have haircare You don't trap on the
block if you don't live there The
trap be jumping, and bunking The
fiends they running, the
money keep coming I'm kicking hoes out like a
punter If I
start shooting, turn to a
track runner I'm calling up Rich, he bringing the
kids Whipping the
babies all summer [Hook: Rich The
Kid]