• 标题:Jumpin (feat. Polo G)
  • 歌手:NLE Choppa;Polo G
  • 专辑:Jumpin (feat. Polo G)
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  • 语言:en
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    作词 : Alex Petit/Bryson Potts/Carlos Muñoz/Carter Lang/Daniel Moras Raab/Dylan de Graaff/Hans Noomen/Jordan Ware/Kiowa Roukema/Polo G
    作曲 : Alex Petit/Bryson Potts/Carlos Muñoz/Carter Lang/Daniel Moras Raab/Dylan de Graaff/Hans Noomen/Jordan Ware/Kiowa Roukema/Polo G
    Hm-hm
    CashMoneyAP
    Thumbin'
    Through blue hundreds
    Yeah, lotta money (Kio, Kio)
    Per say, ayy
    Ayy
    Rubber band hundreds, this shit keep on comin’
    I’m th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin’ (Th-th-th-thumbin’)
    Move like a mummy, the drug got him slumpin'
    A ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-junkie (Ju-ju-ju-junkie)
    Enter the combo if it’s about money
    Used to be bummy, turned nothin’ to somethin’
    Now I got my bank account ju-ju-ju-jumpin’ (Ju-ju-ju-jumpin’)
    Move like a mummy, this drug got me slumpy
    Hundred bands, hundred bands, guns in the sprinter van
    Never played middle man, we gotta get a man (We gotta get a man)
    If I don’t feel a man, we gotta kill a man
    Spin like a ceiling fan, not for the dividends (Grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt)
    Reaping the benefits like he a immigrant (Ayy, ayy)
    Lot of artillery, special delivery (Go, go, go, go)
    Show my agility and my ability
    Go on a killing spree like we the military
    Play with my cash, then I’m on yo’ ass
    Like the pockets on the back of yo' pants
    Lay on my stance like it was a mattress
    Pillowcase filled with all my bands
    Couple grand in the attic, another grand like Magic
    That's mathematics
    Gettin' paid is a habit, ballin' like I was a Maverick
    Or John Madden
    I'm thumbin' through bands and racks
    Deep in that water, bitch, it ain't no friends in that
    First nigga play get whacked
    Scope on a new Glock, I got a lens attached
    Like my shooter got aim assist
    He bound to hit anything that he blammin' at
    Catch him and bang him quick
    Empty the clip, twelve hollows gon' lay in his back, uh
    Uh, money counters beepin'
    Bluestrip dreams while I'm sleepin'
    .40 with a beam if they creepin'
    Too Turnt Gang what I'm bleedin'
    Snatch who chain? Bitch, I'm squeezin'
    Bullets touch his brain, he ain't breathin'
    Was posted in the rain with some heathens
    Look how far I came, they can't believe it
    Rubber band hundreds, this shit keep on comin'
    I'm th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (Th-th-th-thumbin')
    Move like a mummy, the drugs got me slumpin'
    Enter the combo if it's about money
    Used to be bummy, turned nothin' to somethin'
    Now I got my bank account ju-ju-ju-jumpin' (Ju-ju-ju-jumpin')
    Move like a mummy, the drugs got him slumpin'