Jump Shot Dough

[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