Drake & Future – Jumpman Lyrics

Drake & Future – Jumpman Lyrics
Jumpman
Drake & Future
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    "Jumpman." - Drake & Future

    Album: What a Time To Be Alive
    Track No: 09
    If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
    Yeah, ah
    Yeah, Halloween
    Taliban, Taliban
    I'm gon' shoot you
    Yeah
    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'
    You don't have to call, I hit my dance like Usher, ooh
    I just found my tempo like I'm DJ Mustard, ooh
    I hit that Ginobili with my left hand up like woo
    Lobster and Céline for all my babies that I miss
    Chicken fingers, French fries for them hoes that wanna diss
    Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to somethin'
    Uh-uh, uh, I think I need some Robitussin
    Way too many questions, you must think I trust you
    You searchin' for answers, I do not know nothing, woo
    I see 'em tweakin', they know something's comin', woo
    Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to somethin', woo
    Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, fuck was you expecting? Woo
    Chi-Town, Chi-Town, Michael Jordan just had text me, woo
    Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman
    I just seen the jet take off, they up to somethin'
    Them boys just not bluffin', them boys just not bluffin'
    Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to somethin'
    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 L.A.
    Trappin' is a hobby, that's the way for me
    Money coming fast, we never gettin' sleep
    I, I just had to buy another safe
    Bentley, Spurs and Phantom, Jordan fadeaway
    Yeah
    Jumpman, Jumpman, I don't need no introduction
    Jumpman, Jumpman, Metro Boomin on production, wow
    Country 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 flexing, ooh
    Jumpman, Jumpman, they gave me my own collection, ooh
    Jump when I say jump, girl, can you take direction? Ooh
    Mutombo with the bitches, you keep gettin' rejected, woo
    Heard they came through Magic City on a Monday
    Heard they had the club wild, it was star-studded
    A bunch of girls going wild when your chain flooded
    And I had 'em like wow, cup dirty
    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 paper racks, whoa
    I know I'ma get my bitch back, whoa
    I count all these racks that I have on me now, I'ma have you like whoa
    Chanel No. 9, Chanel No. 5, well, you got 'em both
    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'

    Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Leland Wayne & Aubrey Drake Graham.

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