Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jumpin, artist - NLE Choppa.
Date of issue: 02.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Jumpin |
Thumbin' |
Through, blue hundreds, yeah |
Lotta, money (Kio, Kio) |
I 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 drugs got him slumped |
He a ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-junkie (Ju-ju-ju-junkie) |
Add to the convo if it’s about money |
I’m th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (Th-th-th-thumbin') |
Used to be bummy, turned nothin' to somethin' |
Now I got my bank account ju-ju-ju-jumpin' (Ju-ju-ju-jumpin') |
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 him slumped |
He a ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-junkie (Ju-ju-ju-junkie) |
Add to the convo if it’s about money |
I’m th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (Th-th-th-thumbin') |
Used to be bummy, turned nothin' to somethin' |
Now I got my bank account ju-ju-ju-jumpin' (Ju-ju-ju-jumpin') |
Hundred band, hundred band, guns in the Sprinter van |
Never play middleman, 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 ceilin' fan, not for the dividends |
Reaping the benefits like he an immigrant |
Lot of artillery, special delivery |
Show my agility and my ability |
Go on a killing spree like we the military (Let's go, let’s go) |
Play with my cash and I’m on your ass |
Like the pockets on the back of your pants |
Lay on my stash like it was a mattress |
Pillowcases filled up with my bands |
Couple grand in the addict, 'nother grand like magic, that’s mathematics |
Gettin' paid is a habit, ballin' like I was a Maverick or John Madden |
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 him slumped |
He a ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-junkie (Ju-ju-ju-junkie) |
Add to the convo if it’s about money |
I’m th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (Th-th-th-thumbin') |
Used to be bummy, turned nothin' to somethin' |
Now I got my bank account ju-ju-ju-jumpin' (Ju-ju-ju-jumpin') |
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 him slumped |
He a ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-junkie (Ju-ju-ju-junkie) |
Add to the convo if it’s about money |
I’m th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (Th-th-th-thumbin') |
Used to be bummy, turned nothin' to somethin' |
Now I got my bank account ju-ju-ju-jumpin' (Ju-ju-ju-jumpin') |
I’m thumbin' through bands and racks |
Deep in that water, bitch, it ain’t no friends in that |
First nigga playin' 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' |
Blue strip 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 patch 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 him slumped |
He a ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-junkie (Ju-ju-ju-junkie) |
Add to the convo if it’s about money |
I’m th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (Th-th-th-thumbin') |
Used to be bummy, turned nothin' to somethin' |
Now I got my bank account ju-ju-ju-jumpin' (Ju-ju-ju-jumpin') |
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 him slumped |
He a ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-junkie (Ju-ju-ju-junkie) |
Add to the convo if it’s about money |
I’m th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (Th-th-th-thumbin') |
Used to be bummy, turned nothin' to somethin' |
Now I got my bank account ju-ju-ju-jumpin' (Ju-ju-ju-jumpin') |