Air Jordan

[Hook] (2x) These broke niggas can't afford it The bad bitches can't ignore it Gotta ball for the fans, whole team gettin' bands Throwin' money in the air like Jordan Money in the air like (uh huh) Money in the air like Jordan Gotta ball for the fans, whole team gettin' bands Throwin' money in the air like Jordan [Verse 1] Throw money in the air like, uh huh Money in the air like Jordan Everything white dude Zach Morris Bitches wanna kick it like my name Chuck Norris That trues on top of them Jordans Got bitches on my heels like Forrest If I hit her with the dack, my nigga its a wrap I'ma have that bitch hooked like a chorus Give the bitch more wood than a forest I'ma cut her just like the surgeon My swagga tight as a virgin Just hit a lick on the vic, I'm splurgin' Throw money like it ain't no limit Two bitches on my lap thats kissin' If you niggas keep sneak dissin' Then my nigga, he gone shoot like Pippen Love the game like Mitch, but I ball like Mike Everybody take pics, when a nigga take flight Shawty all on my dick, Like I'm finna say hike I'ma hit that bitch like a nigga named Ike These fuck niggas be hatin' hard They move some, my tool bust And I shine hard, cause I grind hard And these thotianas be crew lovin' Its HF, and my crew stuntin' My niggas icy like cool runnin' Yo boo blush when I wink at her, we leave the club bout 2 some Hotel room, with yo bitch, I go to sleep, yo boo suckin' I wake up, and I roll over Hit that bitch, snooze button [Hook] (2x) [Verse 2] Aye this Chicago, we rock Jordans Ya'll can't hold me, I'm Michael Man I'll whack whoever try to, thats right hand on the bible Bitch I'm M.J. in the finals, aka yo new idol Money stacked tall as the Eiffel, cockin' bitches like rifles OK now shawty got her tongue out, uh huh, tongue out on a nigga like Jordan Gettin top from a thot named Morgan In the parkin' lot with the 40 in the foreign Already cocked, tell the opps I ain't goin' Shawty still blowin' don't stop keep goin' I don't play around, i'll spray around, lay a nigga down, on top read the paper in the mornin' Yeah yo team suck, yo bitch too She refereein' my whistle, that bitch blew, and my wrist blue, I'm iced out, no igloo Ralph Lauren, Michael Jordan, Gucci, Louie, I do it I be soarin', Like I'm Jordan Goofy, you Patrick Ewing Uh huh, I love the game, and I'm tied to it F.G.E. I'm signed to it I'm with the shits, I don't sit the bench I don't drive the lane, I glide through it You ain't ballin', shame on you Bitches on us, but they ain't on you I'm in V.I.P., With yo ho on my lap Get the ho a stack, make it rain on you [Hook] (2x) [Verse 3] Ok I'm breaded up, and I'm breaded up M.V.P. and V.I.P My young niggas up in the club And they ain't showin' no I.D., I got more juice than Hi-C I'm Gucci, I'm so icy I'm trued up and I'm Mikey Come watch me ball like Spike Lee (Yeah!!) Yo girl all on my dick, you shouldn't have came with her I bet I hit that bitch, like a game winner You see my chain glitter I'ma make it rain nigga Just don't forget I'm Mr. Let That 40 Bang Nigga!!! [Hook] (2x)