Jumper E

That boy Fino on the phone, you Heard Yeah. Fino on the, the, yeah. Fino on the, huh. Yeah, yeah. We got too many bitches to fuck, too much Cash to count, we count up. Order the bags, it's time to re-up. Top floor the condo, kick back, my feet up. Call the gang, meet up. My pockets all cash, Don't need a Visa. The block'll heat up. I get on spin 'bout that shit, hit 'em Up. I'm on it, he on it, she on It, he on it. Let's get it, we smash The opponent. We got grams and pounds of the Marijuana. You can get them right now for this Number. Gotta sleep with that fire like a slumber. I shot my shot at that ho, hit a Jumper. We spin they block till we spray, there Is something. My opps think I'm sliding on them, Man, they ain't stunting. Want drinky, want P's, we got 'em. He ran off with real money, who shot him? In that trap, I teach school, I'm a scholar. Watch me go with that move with my partner. I done seen nigga change for a dollar. Can't copy me, I keep this shit too proper. Bitch, if you proud of me, then buy me Prada. I keep it P every time that pop It. Yeah, this a racket, but I don't keep It in my pocket. It's on my waist, I Don't play, I'm tryna face it. First forty-eight, yeah, we skate cold. Can't get away if you run and you chasing. Bitches ain't bad, they basic. She go down, I grip on her lace front. I done ran up some numbers on clear money. Soon as I walk in, this bitch tryna hunt Me. The one-way gon' eat him, turn him to Lunch. This that new Louis and Gucci this month. Lil' mama bad, but she say she selling it Separate. I look back and ask her, "How much?" My neck is water, this shit came with suds. Look at my drip, you can't get it in Public. I'm tryna clean up the money, it's dirty Like dirty. Ain't no stopping this shit, done got Ugly. We got too many bitches to fuck, too Much cash to count, we count up. Order the bags, it's time to re-up. Top floor of the condo, kick back, my feet Up. Call the gang, meet up. My pockets all cash, don't need a Visa. Hot, the block'll heat up. I get on spin 'bout that shit, hit 'em up. I'm on it, he on it, she on it, He on it. Let's get it, we smash the Opponent. We got grams and pounds of the marijuana. You can get them right now for this number. Gotta sleep with that fire like a slumber. I shot my shot at that ho, hit a Jumper. We spin they block till we spray, there Is something. My opps think I'm sliding on them, Man, they ain't stunting. We put the switches on Glock, ain't no playing. Watch how he react 'fore He pop where he stand. I don't got that Love, my back woodie three grams. Walk by the camp, pull up sliding like I'm Grant. I'm definitely rap, boy, that's just who I Am. Who said they shot at the boy and They ain't blam? I make new deposits every day, Yes I am. I'm in that 'Rari right now With that blunt. We popping bottles, having all the Choppers. We fuck on these baddie bitches in the Summer. Boy, ain't no way in hell you think This shit is over. Boy, these racks is on Me, it ain't nothing. I took my chains off And took my shirt off and I did a Show and still made it shine. I took the business to the bottom, shot it To the top, it act like they don't even Know me. She took her panties off, they on The floor. I'm riding that Maybach, nigga, have Emotions. These diamonds are gangsta, this not no Lotion. Glock twenty-three hold a fifty, this a Cobra. This how we really living, this ain't bogus. Every day is criminal right here, you ain't notice. Packing out my pants, looking like that grocery. They say I'm the man, I already know this. Let's go. We got too many bitches to fuck, Too much cash to count, we count up. Order the bags, it's time to re-up. Top floor of the condo, kick back, my feet Up. Call the gang, meet up. My pockets all cash, don't need a Visa. Hot, the block'll heat up. I get on spin 'bout that shit, hit 'em Up. I'm on it, he on it, she on It, he on it. Let's get it, we smash The opponent. We got grams and pounds of the Marijuana. You can get them right now for this Number. Gotta sleep with that fire like a slumber. I shot my shot at that ho, hit a Jumper. We spin they block till we spray, there Is something. My opps think I'm sliding on them, Man, they ain't stunting