Drake & Future - Jumpman Lyrics
[Intro: Drake & Future]If Young Metro don't trust youI'm gon' shoot youYeahHalloweenTaliban, talibanI'm gon' shoot you[Verse 1: Drake]Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to somethingThey just spent like two or three weeks out the countryThem boys up to something they just not just bluffingYou don't have to call I hit my dance like Usher (Woo!)I just found my tempo like I'm DJ Mustard (Woo!)I hit that Ginobili with my left hand up like (Woo!)Lobster and Céline for all my babies that I missChicken fingers, french fries for them hoes that wanna dissJumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to somethingUh, uh, uh I think I need some RobitussinWay too many questions you must think I trust youYou searching for answers I do not know nothing (Woo!)I see 'em tweaking they know something's coming (Woo!)Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to something (Woo!)Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, ***** was you expecting? (Woo!)Chi-town, Chi-town, Michael Jordan just said text me (Woo!)[Verse 2: Future]Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, JumpmanI just seen the jet take off they up to somethingThem boys just not bluffing, them boys just not bluffingJumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to somethingShe was tryin' to join the team I told her waitChicken wings and fries we don't go on datesNobu Nobu Nobu Nobu Nobu NobuI just throwed a private dinner in LATrapping is a hobby that's the way for meMoney coming fast we never getting sleepI, I just had to buy another safeBentley Spurs and Phantoms Jordan Fadeaway[Verse 3: Drake]Jumpman, Jumpman, I don't need no introductionJumpman, Jumpman, Metro Boomin on production, wowHundred cousins out in Memphis they so country, wowTell her stay the night, valet your car, come ***** me nowJumpman, 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 *****es, you keep getting rejected (Woo!)[Verse 4: Future]Heard they came through magic city on a MondayHeard they had the club wild, it was star studdedA bunch of girls going wild when your chain floodedAnd I had em like wow, cup dirtyDopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopemanMoney on the counter, choppers on the floorI just copped that tempo, DJ Mustard (Woo!)Way too much codeine and AdderallWe just count up paper racks, woahI know I'mma get my ***** back, woooahI count all these racks that I have on me now imma have you like woahChanel number 9, Chanel number 5, well you got 'em both[Outro: Drake & Future]Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to somethingThey just spent like two or three weeks out the countryThem boys up to something they just not just bluffing[Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to something]
