[Chorus]
That jump shot dough
That jump shot dough
My money go swish, swish, swish
That jump shot dough
That jump shot dough
That jump shot dough
My money go swish, swish, swish
Swish, swish
That jump shot dough
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
[?] em with the jump shot
It's Gucci Mane and Figga, know we keep a donut
[?] got stupid, [?] my top like a halter top
Heard the ones I [?] like chicken pox
Instruments bay Zay, like [?] come through with [?]
[?] but keep all my [?] exclusive
[?] change word [?] grew up and retire my jerz
I [?] Gucci is [?]
[?] Figg Panamera, need a bitch from Miss America
(You can't drive the Rarri, imma drive your ass to [?])
[?] turn your ass to Cinderella
Gucci
[Chorus]
That jump shot dough
That jump shot dough
My money go swish, swish, swish
That jump shot dough
That jump shot dough
That jump shot dough
My money go swish, swish, swish
Swish, swish
That jump shot dough
[Verse 2: JT the Bigga Figga]
Hundred bands and I'm under
My jump shot didn't come through
At the same time I wonder
What my right hand man really knew
But I'm game tight like a Philly crew
So I boss up like [?], figure out my next move
Then I take stop and get mo' sales
There's mo' bills in my tour van
And I came up when I hooked up with that tour man
We took a trip, ridin' through the south region
I threw them birdies in for the drought season
My jump shot improving on an off season
Running off the side of the mountain
Getting to my goals, achieving
It's breathtaking, when you overlook
Overstand, throw the book
In California we more than crooks nigga
[Chorus]
That jump shot dough
That jump shot dough
My money go swish, swish, swish
That jump shot dough
That jump shot dough
That jump shot dough
My money go swish, swish, swish
Swish, swish
[Verse 3]
You know I got that money, [?]
These rollers call me fifty, what y'all niggas mean
[?] and it's blacker than the [?]
Been stackin' every penny since the fourth grade [?]
Ain't take that girl shopping cause [?]
I heard you say that I ain't rich, that's a foul [?]
With your girl, driving to the ?, like LeBron
When I finish [?] she [?]
Changed my number, crossed her over, did her heart away
Get to sidelines, chill
That's your part of play
I'm from Atlanta, we ain't trippin'
We'll pay the [?]
Hit em with that Micheal Jordan Fadeaways
[Chorus]
That jump shot dough
That jump shot dough
My money go swish, swish, swish
That jump shot dough
That jump shot dough
That jump shot dough
My money go swish, swish, swish
Swish, swish
That jump shot dough
