Jump
Pockets they on jump
Every time I put money in it start to lump
Cuz I got label records that compare to Trump
And I do the dash swerving through the lane fifty miles on a speed hump
And you a bum
Bitch I’m Jackie Chan so I go hard with the stunt
Nigga I roll my bands like its a blunt
And I started this shit young so I got these niggas shut
We don’t use no plastic cans
Because I tie money up with rubber bands
A bitch phone blowing saying she ain’t got no man
My racks blowing cuz I got Balmain on my pants
I’m just steady sitting down counting these Benjamins
Im rich so I can do my money dance
I just fucked your hoe
Cuz she was a fan
I’m a OG
I came down to history
Ain’t no fake heads stating these memories
Bagged a hoe and she said look up on my knees
Do you not see this ice I got on like Jesus piece
Waited for a while I ran out of patience
You a bitch so you can miss me with that fake shit
I’m on top sent these pussy heads back on vacation
Shots from the bottom and you
Stayed out here faking
Staying strong just so I can say I made it
Five racks on me could get you constipated
Always dedicated
Dreaming one day I will get to vaca
Working so hard yeah I’m asking when’s payday
Mami saw all these bands now she going cra cra
Pussy dripping wet we gon sink bitch mayday
Jump
Bitch outta stunt
Hundreds on me so you know I’m lit like a blunt
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