Matchin My Fly (Jordan 13's)
This is a juicy beat
Yeah
Lil' mama got them thirteens on, matching my fly, yeah
And I know you wanna get in here with me, start acting shy, yeah
Blowing on good gas, we getting high
Chill, yeah, fly with us, yeah
Lil' mama caught my attention with them thirteens on, matching my fly, yeah
Them one my favorite kind, wouldn't be me if I ain't try to get in where I fit in
I pitch a lil' game, she was already with it, I seen it from the beginning
I caught her just like a snapback, dribble like Allen I
Eyes low and I got more gas than we can fry
I'm tryna wrap this shit up together just like a tie
And I know you wanna get in here with me, start acting shy, yeah
In the newest destination, where we headed
These niggas don't qualify to be at where we be at
Might as well get comfortable, put your feet up, let your seat back
I got more coming, I'm finna go and get a new batch
Other bitches be leeches, just tryna smoke my Mary Jane
I ain't saying you the same, just tryna put you up on game
You ain't fucking with no lame, cause baby I use my brain
As long as you don't complain, I put you under my wings, love
Lil' mama got them thirteens on, matching my fly
And I know you wanna get in here with me, start acting shy
And you know I'm blowing on good gas, we getting high
I put you under my wings, take you up to the sky
Yeah
Lil' mama got them thirteens on, matching my fly, yeah
And I know you wanna get in here with me, start acting shy, yeah
Blowing on good gas, we getting high
Chill, yeah, fly with us, yeah
Lil' mama caught my attention with them thirteens on, matching my fly, yeah
Them one my favorite kind, wouldn't be me if I ain't try to get in where I fit in
I pitch a lil' game, she was already with it, I seen it from the beginning
I caught her just like a snapback, dribble like Allen I
Eyes low and I got more gas than we can fry
I'm tryna wrap this shit up together just like a tie
And I know you wanna get in here with me, start acting shy, yeah
In the newest destination, where we headed
These niggas don't qualify to be at where we be at
Might as well get comfortable, put your feet up, let your seat back
I got more coming, I'm finna go and get a new batch
Other bitches be leeches, just tryna smoke my Mary Jane
I ain't saying you the same, just tryna put you up on game
You ain't fucking with no lame, cause baby I use my brain
As long as you don't complain, I put you under my wings, love
Lil' mama got them thirteens on, matching my fly
And I know you wanna get in here with me, start acting shy
And you know I'm blowing on good gas, we getting high
I put you under my wings, take you up to the sky
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Writer(s): Randy Billingslea
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