First time in the booth I was only 23
Talking Jordan Year
Young bull on the scene
For the cream I had to scheme
I'm the captain of my team
Going stupid in this Bitch
For the money i'ma fiend
And i'm hungry for the green
Ever since I was a teen
Fell in love with the sound of my enemiga screams
Automatic Ruger
Stainless steel with a beam
Bloody body in the lobby all red is the scene
By the pint like some lean
And I po' with team
And its tasting so clean
Double cup looking mean
Hit it hard from the back break a bitch by her spleen
Now she think she a queen
So I hand her them jeans
Bitch
This shit aint no thing
It ain't nothin but a fling
There aint no in between
I'm on point like a screen
Dropping 100s like Kareem
Booty bouncing on the beat
Have em bow down to my feet
Ima a muthaf*cking King Don
Feds can't trace it
Beats i lace it
Boy you basic
Face it
You be in the basement
Stunting on fake shit
I be in a coupe 2 seater while im racing
Feds can't trace it
Beats i lace it
Boy you basic
Face it
You be in the basement
Stunting on fake shit
I be in a coupe 2 seater while im racing
Sweet be the block but the lyrics real sour
F*ck all that fame boy I just want the power
Call me Cheque Lowkks competition I devour
I roll all the dope & I smoke up the flower
Flip and tumble money & I stack it like a tower racks
Come into your city hear the hatred getting louder
I got drip drip drip Like i'm snorting on the powder
Your mans he's a coward
Take his hoe inside an hour
Gotta a few girls
Real thick in the hips
Couple bad little bitches
Playing fetch with my stick
Let em hop up on the dick
Keep a fully loaded clip
In the pistol on my hip
Yea you know I never miss sheeesh
F*ck around make this piece do gymnastics
I'm Aiming at the game I got the heater doing back flips
Swerving through the traffic
Leave em looking tragic
Po it up- po it up- po it up
Every sip I take got my body going numb
Calle Dulce f*ck around and everybody's going Dumb
We certified slum boy we ain't even done
You better lay low
Buck shots turn to halos
Flipping peso after peso
Whenever I say so
White diamonds look like yayo
Catch me chiefin through Diego
Smoking as the day goes
Kuz the weed smoke fatal
Leave a hole in a sucker like a f*cking bagel ughhhhh
Guts falling out so I hit em with a staple
Health unstable
Lay em on the table
Turning on the radio kuz we ain't got no cable
Cheque Lowkks - Jordan Year Lyrics
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First time in the booth I was only 23
Talking Jordan Year
Young bull on the scene
For the cream I had to scheme
I'm the captain of my team
Going stupid in this Bitch
For the money i'ma fiend
And i'm hungry for the green
Ever since I was a teen
Fell in love with the sound of my enemiga screams
Automatic Ruger
Stainless steel with a beam
Bloody body in the lobby all red is the scene
By the pint like some lean
And I po' with team
And its tasting so clean
Double cup looking mean
Hit it hard from the back break a bitch by her spleen
Now she think she a queen
So I hand her them jeans
Bitch
This shit aint no thing
It ain't nothin but a fling
There aint no in between
I'm on point like a screen
Dropping 100s like Kareem
Booty bouncing on the beat
Have em bow down to my feet
Ima a muthaf*cking King Don
Feds can't trace it
Beats i lace it
Boy you basic
Face it
You be in the basement
Stunting on fake shit
I be in a coupe 2 seater while im racing
Feds can't trace it
Beats i lace it
Boy you basic
Face it
You be in the basement
Stunting on fake shit
I be in a coupe 2 seater while im racing
Sweet be the block but the lyrics real sour
F*ck all that fame boy I just want the power
Call me Cheque Lowkks competition I devour
I roll all the dope & I smoke up the flower
Flip and tumble money & I stack it like a tower racks
Come into your city hear the hatred getting louder
I got drip drip drip Like i'm snorting on the powder
Your mans he's a coward
Take his hoe inside an hour
Gotta a few girls
Real thick in the hips
Couple bad little bitches
Playing fetch with my stick
Let em hop up on the dick
Keep a fully loaded clip
In the pistol on my hip
Yea you know I never miss sheeesh
F*ck around make this piece do gymnastics
I'm Aiming at the game I got the heater doing back flips
Swerving through the traffic
Leave em looking tragic
Po it up- po it up- po it up
Every sip I take got my body going numb
Calle Dulce f*ck around and everybody's going Dumb
We certified slum boy we ain't even done
You better lay low
Buck shots turn to halos
Flipping peso after peso
Whenever I say so
White diamonds look like yayo
Catch me chiefin through Diego
Smoking as the day goes
Kuz the weed smoke fatal
Leave a hole in a sucker like a f*cking bagel ughhhhh
Guts falling out so I hit em with a staple
Health unstable
Lay em on the table
Turning on the radio kuz we ain't got no cable
Talking Jordan Year
Young bull on the scene
For the cream I had to scheme
I'm the captain of my team
Going stupid in this Bitch
For the money i'ma fiend
And i'm hungry for the green
Ever since I was a teen
Fell in love with the sound of my enemiga screams
Automatic Ruger
Stainless steel with a beam
Bloody body in the lobby all red is the scene
By the pint like some lean
And I po' with team
And its tasting so clean
Double cup looking mean
Hit it hard from the back break a bitch by her spleen
Now she think she a queen
So I hand her them jeans
Bitch
This shit aint no thing
It ain't nothin but a fling
There aint no in between
I'm on point like a screen
Dropping 100s like Kareem
Booty bouncing on the beat
Have em bow down to my feet
Ima a muthaf*cking King Don
Feds can't trace it
Beats i lace it
Boy you basic
Face it
You be in the basement
Stunting on fake shit
I be in a coupe 2 seater while im racing
Feds can't trace it
Beats i lace it
Boy you basic
Face it
You be in the basement
Stunting on fake shit
I be in a coupe 2 seater while im racing
Sweet be the block but the lyrics real sour
F*ck all that fame boy I just want the power
Call me Cheque Lowkks competition I devour
I roll all the dope & I smoke up the flower
Flip and tumble money & I stack it like a tower racks
Come into your city hear the hatred getting louder
I got drip drip drip Like i'm snorting on the powder
Your mans he's a coward
Take his hoe inside an hour
Gotta a few girls
Real thick in the hips
Couple bad little bitches
Playing fetch with my stick
Let em hop up on the dick
Keep a fully loaded clip
In the pistol on my hip
Yea you know I never miss sheeesh
F*ck around make this piece do gymnastics
I'm Aiming at the game I got the heater doing back flips
Swerving through the traffic
Leave em looking tragic
Po it up- po it up- po it up
Every sip I take got my body going numb
Calle Dulce f*ck around and everybody's going Dumb
We certified slum boy we ain't even done
You better lay low
Buck shots turn to halos
Flipping peso after peso
Whenever I say so
White diamonds look like yayo
Catch me chiefin through Diego
Smoking as the day goes
Kuz the weed smoke fatal
Leave a hole in a sucker like a f*cking bagel ughhhhh
Guts falling out so I hit em with a staple
Health unstable
Lay em on the table
Turning on the radio kuz we ain't got no cable
Writer: Esequiel Ramirez
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid