Jordan Year Lyrics – Meek Mill

Read the full Jordan Year lyrics by Meek Mill from the album Dreamchasers Worldwide along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Meek Mill’s music, you can also explore Flamerz Flow 2 and Switchin’ On Me, two other songs by Meek Mill.

[Verse 1]
This one in a million, we (??), now we got the bars, check it out
I’m hitting that pu*sy from different positions, I’m fu*king her raw, she get it up
When I’m in the trinity, n!gga know better, no reaching my dawg, gon’ wet it up
We get up on his car, I shot it up, put that switch in his window and hit it up
Me and (??) be having this
I’m only moving with shooters when I’m in the city and checking in
I’m with b!tches on b!tches, she met her through me and they best friends
Got ’em hanging out on beaches and (??)
I be hanging with reapers and catching bands
Haven’t landed a feature, it’s (??), tell them “Gang”
Yeah, love it or marry it, go with the one

I match the Richard to go with the gun
I’m toting the switch when I’m in the slums
Following shawty, I gave her like twenty
I don’t need a sweater, say “Go where you want”
Swinging them sticks and it feel like we dodgers
As soon as we spark, but a hole in the one
Yeah, he got a hole in his head, turning his body, we know that he dead
Every night I pray I don’t die, or don’t go to feds
Brand new hunnids to wipe my eyes, so I turn to meds
N!ggas ain’t think I’m serious, ’til n!ggas start turning up dead

[Chorus]
Ain’t no feelings involved and we get involved, I’m treating my hoes the same
Couple millions in cars, can’t tell what it was, I’m treating my dawgs the same
Even wins can feel like a loss some times, I’m treating ’em all the same
Ain’t no feelings and we get involved, I’m treating ’em, uh

[Verse 2]
Still on the same old s*it
Hitting b!tches, they ain’t gon’ hit
Buying her s*it they can’t go get
Bunch of hits and I ain’t gon’ miss
I been running them bandos up
N!gga know that we stand on s*it
Pulling up in a Lambo truck

And the checks is some hand-on s*it, okay
Hands on, I fu*k shawty with my Forces and my pants on
All these diamonds on my neck been getting their dance on
Put my momma, sister, cousin and my nans on
Swear the God, every thing I say, I stand on it
Yeah, (??)
Pulling her tracks out, gotta (??), she got a (??) on
We got ’em wacked out, s*it, they ain’t even notice ’cause it took a year for ’em
Bringing them backs out, pulling up the the Clear Port, going airborn
ot a bad b!tch with a bad b!tch with her, I know what they here for
I’m a savage, real bad b!tch getter, the check getting cleared for
I just ran up a check in some Air Force, alley-oop a lil’ b!tch off the headboard
N!ggas goofy, like why would I care for all these switches
Like why would I fear? Y’all n!ggas pussies

[Chorus]
Ain’t no feelings involved and we get involved, I’m treating my hoes the same
Couple millions in cars, can’t tell what it was, I’m treating my dawgs the same
Even wins can feel like a loss some times, I’m treating ’em all the same
Ain’t no feelings and we get involved, I’m treating ’em, uh