23 (bby Thnk U) ((ballin like im jordan)) lyrics

[Intro]
Baby, thank you
Baby, thank you
Baby, thank you

[Verse 1]
Purple stuff in my double cup
Roll a blunt and get high as f*ck
Man, your b*tch, she on my nuts
Y'all want the sh*t, then we finna bust
Y'all mad at me, y'all mad at me
Y'all shoot at me, y'all stab at me
I'm lonely and I'm unhappy
I'm feeling sick 'cause I'm so sad
And I might just end my life 'cause this sh*t is lifeless
I'm icy, so f*cking icy
Might leave you blinded
I'm ballin' like Michael Jordan
I'm in the foreign, you know it
I make it rain, yeah, I make it pour and it ain't fair
Screamin' and cryin' this sh*t in my pillow
Watchin' the rain as it fall out the window
I'm gettin' money, this sh*t is so simple, yeah
I put a hole through a opp in the temple like damn
All of your b*tches, they think I'm the man
No, I ain't playin'
Reppin' the city like I was the mayor
Swingin' my hair
Rollin the swisher, you know that I'm blowin' the smoke in the air
You know that I'm blowin' the smoke in the air
[Chorus]
Ballin' like I'm Jordan, only twenty-three
Rollin' up the Jumpman in the Swisher Sweet
Throw the bands in the air if she do it good
I been out here gettin' money like you knew I would, knew I would
Ballin' like I'm Jordan, only twenty-three
Rollin' up the Jumpman in the Swisher Sweet
Throw the bands in the air if she do it good
I been out here gettin' money like you knew I would, knew I would

[Verse 2]
Sit low, sip slow
Blunt full of that mistletoe
Stripper ho in Tokyo, shawty gimme that sushi roll
I throw the cash, she work the pole
She pick it up, she drop it low
I'm blowin' dope with that gold rope
With that pinky ring and my sh*t glow
Like Van Gogh, starry night
Big blunt, syrup in the Sprite
She feelin' lit and she feelin' light
She in the sheets and she spend the night
You hatin' on me, I'm livin' life
Spendin' money, I'm gettin' mine
That yellow bone, with that lemon lime
Got bad b*tches, with the thickest thighs
We showed out and we turnt up
Purple stuff, two white cups
Two big blunts, straight to the face
And I'm spillin' ace on two white sl*ts
Spillin' ace on my new Nikes
Big blunt, syrup in the sprite
She f*ckin' with the Cloudboys, man
'Cause they too nice
[Chorus]
Ballin' like I'm Jordan, only twenty-three
Rollin' up the Jumpman in the Swisher Sweet
Throw the bands in the air if she do it good
I been out here gettin' money like you knew I would, knew I would
Ballin' like I'm Jordan, only twenty-three
Rollin' up the Jumpman in the Swisher Sweet
Throw the bands in the air if she do it good
I been out here gettin' money like you knew I would, knew I would

[Outro]
I got some new stuff, wait
We go in the backyard, he goes
"Dude, I grew this all myself
Dude, look at the crystals, dude
I'ma sell it on the street, dude, I'ma give it a cool name"
I go, "Dude, what are you gonna call it?"
He's all, "Dude, I'ma call it fu-"