Jordan 4s Lyrics

Aye my mind on a dollar niggas knowing how it go

I said I was done sippin then I po'd another fo'

Tired of wearing Jordan fours they be fuckin up my toe

I'm on fire I might have to do a stop, drop, and roll aye

Got it off the muscle with hustle I gotta flex

Ain't trippin bout no bitch but I'm trippin bout my respect

A vow to myself to keep my foot up on they neck

You petty you ain't ready, I promise you not a threat

See I'm the type of nigga that's gone come up with a plan

I always knew one day I was gone turn into the man

I got up in that mode and started popping rubberbands

If I touch it then it's golden leprechaun up on my hand

If you my brother then I love ya, we united that's forever

I aint made it but I swear to God I'm doing way better

If it's cheese up on the line I swear we gotta get the cheddar

That's the only thing I want up on my motherfuckin schedule

Take my heart up out my chest it's no emotions

And when it come to paper gotta stretch it like aerobics

This the best of both worlds I'm the hottest and the coldest

When I came out the womb I had knew that I was chosen Yehhh

Tippin on Glenn Ricki I'm just slidin reminiscing

I'm thinking bout the past and it got me in my feelings

See ima buy the block when I go and make a million

I knew I was a playa up at Hobby Elementary

I'm thankful that I'm blessed cus lord knows that ima sinner

I'm thankful for my losses cus they turned me to a winner

At first I used to save it then I turned into a spender

And now my diamonds colder than New York up in December

Snakes up in the grass I hear em crawling through the leaves

The devil in the air I feel em blowing through the breeze

I'm tryna crack the code, gotta lead me to the keys

I know they feel me coming ima take it like a thief

Aye my mind on a dollar niggas knowing how it go

I said I was done sippin then I po'd another fo'

Tired of wearing Jordan fours they be fuckin up my toe

I'm on fire I might have to do a stop, drop, and roll aye

Got it off the muscle with hustle I gotta flex

Ain't trippin bout no bitch but I'm trippin bout my respect

A vow to myself to keep my foot up on they neck

You petty you ain't ready, I promise you not a threat

You petty you aint ready I promise you not a threat

Made a vow to myself to keep my foot up on they neck Yehh