Montana Of 300 - Air Jordan lyrics

[Hook 2x:] These broke n***as can't afford it, The bad b**hes 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 Throw money in the air like, uh huh Money in the air like Jordan Everything white dude Zach Morris b**hes wanna kick it like my name Chuck Norris That trues on top of them Jordans Got b**hes on my heels like Forrest If I hit her with the dack, my n***a its a wrap I'ma have that b**h hooked like a chorus Give the b**h 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 b**hes on my lap thats kissin' If you n***as keep sneak dissin' Then my n***a, he gone shoot like Pippen Love the game like Mitch, but I ball like Mike Everybody take pics, when a n***a take flight Shawty all on my dick, Like I'm finna say hike I'ma hit that b**h like a n***a named Ike These f** n***as 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 n***as icy like cool runnin' Yo boo blush when I wink at her, we leave the club bout 2 some Hotel room, with yo b**h, I go to sleep, yo boo s**in' I wake up, and I roll over Hit that b**h, snooze bu*ton [Hook 2x] 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 b**h I'm M.J. in the finals, aka yo new idol Money stacked tall as the Eiffel, co*kin' b**hes like rifles OK now shawty got her tongue out, uh huh, tongue out on a n***a like Jordan Gettin top from a thot named Morgan In the parkin' lot with the 40 in the foreign Already co*ked, 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 n***a down, on top read the paper in the mornin' Yeah yo team s**, yo b**h too She refereein' my whistle, that b**h 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 sh**s, I don't sit the bench I don't drive the lane, I glide through it You ain't ballin', shame on you b**hes 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] Ok I'm breaded up, and I'm breaded up M.V.P. and V.I.P My young n***as 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 b**h, like a game winner You see my chain glitter I'ma make it rain n***a Just don't forget I'm Mr. Let That 40 Bang n***a!!! [Hook 2x]