Drake - Jumpman with Future Lyrics

If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you

Yeah

Halloween

Taliban, Taliban

(I'm gon' shoot you)

Yeah, jumpman, jumpman, jumpman, them boys up to something

They just spent like two or three weeks out the country

Them boys up to something they just not just bluffing

You 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 the Ginobili with my left hand up like (woo!)

Lobster and Celine for all my babies that I miss

Chicken finger, French fries for them hoes that wanna diss

Jumpman, jumpman, jumpman, them boys up to something

Uh-uh, uh, I think I need some Robitussin

Way too many questions you must think I trust you

You 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, fuck was you expecting? (woo!)

Chi-town chi-town Michael Jordan just said text me (woo!)

Jumpman, jumpman, jumpman

Jumpman, jumpman, jumpman

I just seen the jet take off they up to something

Them boys just not bluffing them boys just not bluffing

Jumpman, jumpman, jumpman, them boys up to something

She was tryna join the team I told her, "Wait."

Chicken wings and fries we don't go on dates

Nobu, Nobu, Nobu, Nobu, Nobu, Nobu,

I just throwed a private dinner in LA

Trapping is a hobby, that's the way for me

Money coming fast, they never get to sleep

I, I just had to buy another safe

Bentley Spurs and Phantoms Jordan Fadeaway

Yeah

Jumpman, jumpman, I don't need no introduction

Jumpman, jumpman, Metro Booming on production, wow

Hundred cousins out in Memphis they so country, wow

Tell her, "Stay the night, valet your car, come fuck me now."

Jumpman, 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 bitches, you keep getting rejected (Woo!)

Heard they came through magic city on a Monday

Heard they had the club wild, it was star studded

A bunch of girls going wild when your chain flooded

And I had 'em like wow, cup dirty

Dopeman dopeman dopeman dopeman dopeman dopeman

Money on the counter, choppers on the floor

I just caught that tempo, DJ Mustard (woo!)

Way too much Codeine and Adderall

We just count up paper racks, whoa

I know I'mma get my bitch back, whoa

I count all these racks that I have on me now Imma have you like whoa

Chanel number 9, Chanel number 5, well you got 'em both

Jumpman, jumpman, jumpman them boys up to something

They just spent like two or three weeks out the country

Them boys up to something they just not just bluffing

Jumpman, jumpman, jumpman

Them boys up to something