[Intro]
Jordan
Uh, look

[Verse]
We was wearing Pumas 'cause we had to
Now I'm Rosé sippin', Dior steppin'
Eighteen hundred dollar Louis bag to hold my check in
A hundred bitches, only structured n***as in my section, woah
And I got Luva on the jail line
Hearing 'bout this street shit, it'll make him feel fine
But he see I'm motivated, he know I'm gon' still shine
Gave his lawyer my number, just hit me when it's bail time, woah
And they got Pops sitting up
That's my brother, swear his uncle used to treat me like a son (What?)
And these n***as think they shooters, I've been doing this since young
Like grah, grah, grah, grah, boom, grah, grah, grah, grah (Woo)
They know it's Bando Jordan, might switch the foreign when it's boring
My vocabulary, they think I'm reading a thesaurus
I can't give no warnings, this Glock I got abnormal
Don't need a dictionary, you n***as just retarded
If it's up, then it's stuck with 'em
Put my shooters on the hunt for 'em
Circle on that block for a month for 'em
And guns, we got enough of 'em (Grah, grah, hra)
And these n***as not tough enough
That spooky shit I said should have stuck to 'em
Took the GLA, CLA when we coming through the strip
And these bands got these bitches tryna show me how they get
Fucking fans off the 'Gram and the yams got me lit
Like couple bands, we in France, with my baby in that drip
[Bridge]
And my baby, that's my young one
And for him I keep a thirty, I don't know where these n***as might come from
Put that on son's son
Why these goofy n***as talkin' like they shooters when they know they never done nothing?
Free my n***as doing jail time
And my uncle got a murder in the third, so you know he facing real time
Shooter just did five
If I call him, "What's the word?," tell him to purge, know he fiending just to still slide

[Chorus]
She see the frames, those the Barties
She know she a leg, but she moving like a Barbie (Grah)
I'ma make a move when she pull up to the party
Uh, I bust a dance like
Hit a lick and bust my Shmoney Dance like I'm Bobby
Shorty said she trying to ride like a Kawasaki
'Cause she see I got a collage of that Versace
Louis V on my tee, ménage in that Givenchy
She see the frames, those the Barties
She know she a leg, but she moving like a Barbie
I'ma make a move when she pull up to the party (Uh)
Uh, I bust a dance like
Hit a lick and bust my Shmoney Dance like I'm Bobby
Shorty said she trying to ride like a Kawasaki
'Cause she see I got a collage of that Versace
Louis V on my tee, ménage in that Givenchy
[Outro]
She see the frames, those the Barties
She know she a leg, but she movin' like a Barbie
I'ma make a move when she pull up to the
'Cause she see I got a collage of that Versace
Uh, she see the frames, those the Barties (What?)
I know she a leg, but she movin' like a Barbie
I'ma make a move when she pull up to the, uh
I Shmoney Dance like I'm Bobby (Shmoney Dance like I'm Bobby)