Yo Gotti - Jumpin' Like Jordan (FG2BR Remix) lyrics

[Hook: Rich The Kid] Got the trap house like Jordan Pull up in a brand new foreign 300 on the dash and I paid straight cash Take off on you n***as Jeff Gordon AP, it cost me 50 Model ho yeah she with me Livin' life like I'm Diddy In the Kitchen with Whitney Got the trap house jumpin' like Jordan Trap house jumpin' like Jordan Got the trap house jumpin' like Jordan Trap house jumpin' like Jordan AP, it cost me 50 Model ho yeah she wit me Living life like I'm Diddy In the Kitchen with Whitney [Verse 1: Rich The Kid] Got the trap house jumpin' like Kobe Cashed out, hundred K on a Rollie You ain't one of me, n***a, don't talk to me, n***a I'm a real a** n***a, you phony In the kitchen whippin' up them babies Make the Pyrex trap go crazy Young n***a got money, young n***a got work Young n***a got crack like the 80s I'm winnin', I'm winnin', I'm dunkin', I'm dunkin' I'm Jordan, you're not even Kobe In the kitchen with a Pyrex pot Where the whippin' in the pot too hot Drinkin' lean, out the bottle In the Aston Martin foreign with a model Twenty racks on me, got tats on me In the bed with six hoes like two times three [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] Trap house jumping like Jordan AK shooting like bird Row so hot I won't buy, break 33 like Bird Fell out with my Js, I'm a true champ like Wade I'm a true champ like LeBron I don't got war without a gun Got molly, got kush, I got pills, I got keys And I feel like I'm running the town My tide go up and down My wrist go round and round I f** with plugs, no sockets I look for them d**, narcotics The money ain't right, them grams ain't either So n***a you just need to stop it [Hook] [Verse 3: French Montana] Trap house jumping like Jordan Got that good dick and I'm scoring I made 10 mill off of touring I charge 50 for a chorus And your b**h is coming with me My n***a, my n***a, my n***a I be the hottest out my city My n***a, my n***a, my n***a Trap house jumping like Drexler That's Clyde n***a, that's high n***a My n***a, I'm a f**ing planet, you a star n***a Motherf**ing rock stars, hottest n***as by far Rari sitting low, but higher than a top floor [Verse 4: Chinx Drugz] Trap house jumping like Jordan Two cribs, two foreign b**h you from out of the country I flew that ho in from Florence Trap house jumping like Spudd Work it, jump out of the gym Mac black on that rari Forgiato on the rim Trap house jumping like Stackhouse Your b**h crib is my crack house Pin that ho down, she tap out Them drawers dropping like Pacqiuo Trap house jumping every day We came up off of that yay They ask if I'm a real coke boy I tell em yay yay [Hook]