[Intro: DJ Money D, J Swish, and Jack Harlow]
DJ Money D, Jack Harlow, wassup? (J Swish)
You might be one of the best in the city
Halloween, Thanksgiving, St. Patrick's Day... (You already know, jumpman, jumpman)
[Verse 1: Jack Harlow]
Y'all can't even touch me
Bet when I make it, they'll say I got lucky (nah)
These rappers be talking, and think that we care
When they say they got money (nah)
She say that she want me
Remember when she used to say that I'm ugly (wow)
I been on the come up, the city
They know me I came from Kentucky (came up)
I been in the 'Ville
I heard what they talking, that shit isn't real
I been to New York, I been in that office
I'll tell ya the truth, we ain't finish the deal (whoo!)
Guess they ain't think that the kid was for real
Y'all gon' regret it, I promise you that
But I ain't trippin', I been with the vision
And honestly though, I am not lookin' back
Jumpman, jumpman, jumpman
Yeah, I'm too talented
I ain't got no Jordan's, I rock New Balances (New B's)
I been doin' my thing, now tell me who doubted it (who?)
If you in your comfort zone, you bout to move out of it (uh)
Y'all want some pajamas? (DJ Money D)
Sleeping on me but the sun is upon us
Wake up, by god, I'm so fucking astonished
I'm sorry, the fact is I'm gonna be honest
Not from the hood, but you know what's good
When ya girl on top, and I'm come from the bottom
Been to the future, I've seen what it's like
I can tell you right now, we gon' fuck up some commas
You can trust that I been dope
Everybody love to go nuts when I spit flow
Know they want me stop
But I'm so locked in, gotta bust the window
But it don't make sense, I would think by now
I could pull any chick with the flick of a wrist
But it ain't like that cause a lot of girls
Still got me stuck in the friend zone (yeah)
It's a tragic reality
Bet they come through when I'm stackin' a salary
All that I want is the fame and success
And my dad to be proud of me
I'm glad that they doubted me
Really, I can't wait to flex on these lames
All of these fellas be tellin' me how much
We must be alike, we were never the same
All of y'all thirsty, might see a mirage (uh)
Ya girl hit me up, say she think that I'm hot (yuh)
Said she been stressing, she need a massage
Told her come thru, she can sneak in the garage
Ya boyfriend a fan of me
Better not tell him that I'm in your fantasies (hahaha)
He fuck with my music but if he finds out
He gon' wanna put hands on me, yah
Jumpman, jumpman, jumpman
Yeah, we back to basics (whoo! whoo!)
I saw the opportunity and had to take it (I had to take it)
I know they can't believe I haven't graduated
I was 'bout to pace myself but I ain't had the patience (I ain't had it, no)
[Outro: Jack Harlow and DJ Money D]
Jumpman, jumpman, jumpman
DJ Money D, all night
