Jumpman (Remix)

[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