Jumpman (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] Young Renzel, it's the biggest [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Bussin, bussin, bussin, my lil hittas bussin Caught you leaving Magic City and you know we done it Black bottle boys, you see what's glowing in my bucket Maybach Maybachs pullin up and all them niggas rugged Step off the throne, look in the eyes of Al Capone My niggas whippin noodles, Cheetos on they prison phones Quarter kilo get your whole clique pita rolled Yellow bitch with green eyes always keep my reefer rolled Fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, double M or fuck em AT&T, one collect call and I could touch em Sam Sneak and my niggas seen my sacrifice Double Rs on my gate, I live a lavish life I pray I'm tatted even in my afterlife Cubans on Ferrari, fat boy got an appetite I care less about you, therefore it's no discussion Half a band and niggas bussin like they play percussion Timberland a busta, hit em with a 808 Keep a homie in the clique that's paid to cut your face If you didn't notice nigga, we like Puff and Ma$e Bad Boy, if you cross me, that's another case [Verse 2: Future] Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman I just seen the jet take off, they up to something Them boys just not bluffing, them boys just not bluffing Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to something She was tryna join the team I told her wait Chicken wings and fries, we don't go on dates Nobu, Nobu, Nobu, Nobu, Nobu, Nobu I just throwed a private dinner in LA Trapping is a hobby, that's the way for me Money coming fast, we never getting sleep I just had to buy another safe Bentley Spurs and Phantom, Jordan fadeaway [Verse 3: Drake] Yeah, Jumpman, Jumpman, I don't need no introduction Jumpman, Jumpman, Metro Boomin on production, wow Hundred cousins out in Memphis, they so country, wow Tell her, "Stay the night, valet your car, come fuck me now" Jumpman, Jumpman, live on TNT, I'm flexin', woo Jumpman, Jumpman, they gave me my own collection, woo Jump when I say jump, girl, can you take direction? Woo Mutombo with the bitches, you keep gettin' rejected, woo [Bridge: Future] Heard they came through Magic City on a Monday Heard they had the club wild, it was star-studded A bunch of girls goin' wild when your chain flooded And I had 'em like wow, cup dirty [Verse 4: Future] Dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman Money on the counter, choppers on the floor I just copped that tempo, DJ Mustard, woo Way too much codeine and Adderall We just count up big racks, woah I know I'ma get my bitch back, woah I count all these racks that I have on me now, I'ma have you like, "Woah" Chanel N°9, Chanel N°5, well, you got 'em both [Outro: Drake & Future] Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to somethin' They just spent like two or three weeks out the country Them boys up to somethin', they just not just bluffin' Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to somethin'