[Verse 1]
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
I'm dancing right on tempo cause this shit be bumping, woo
I'll get my payslip then I'm splashing all my money, woo
Maybe get some nice and friendly Asian company, woo
Then end the night so damn wasted, I'll be so clumsy, dude
Forget the buffet, so damn hungry, I'on't need that food
I'm spitting 'bout some crazy shit that might have happened here
Might write a formal letter, better start that shit with 'Dear'
I could be wilin' out but I will make it look sincere
I'm having so much fun, this club is loud, I cannot hear
What you wanna tell me right now cause I don't got the time
I'm focused on this real beauty, gotta get in line
Might go all out for her, I will define a wine and dine
The classy shit won't work on her, I see it in her eyes
We'll jump, man, jump, man, jump as we have the time of our lives
We'll party till it's four, three, two, one, fuck it, even five
Her presence is so sharp, it sticks out like a fucking knife
But there's something 'bout her which just keeps me real energized
[Hook]
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, we'll be up to something
Considered spending two or three weeks out the country
Yeah, we'll be up to something, nah, we never bluffing
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, yeah, we'll keep on jumpin'
[Verse 2]
Sorry, man, I didn't mean to burst your bubble
But I see you every day, you be looking for trouble
And you talk shit 'hind my back, I hear you fucking mumble
Now I know never to trust you, cause you far from humble
Stuntin' in my place, what the fuck you doing?
Steal my old bitch, she ain't new, it's nothin'
Tryna roll through, what the fuck you provin'?
See your rubber band, no notes, you movin'
Jack fucking shit, lay low or get hit
Come through with the real 'ting, won't slip
Lay low for a 'lil bit, let's dip
Run past everythin', will not miss, ooh
Man, I got a lotta time, what to do with my day?
Maybe go out and play, lay down at the bay
Might just stay in, I say, party all night, try stay awake
Do everything, nothing on my plate, yeah, I'll keep up with the heavy pace, uh
[Bridge]
What you wanna do? What you gonna try and prove?
Got the 'stacks' you tryna move from room to room, let's see 'em, ooh
What you fucking tryna do and when you gonna try and prove?
You've got the stacks, the racks on racks, you're blowing up, I'll call you 'Boom'
[Verse 3]
Damn, for real, I haven't got a clue right now
Cause if you want me real loud, I've got a penny, need a pound
Just clean that frown, don't bring me down, we'll trap so hard from town to town
Looking scary like we clowns but damn, for real, what we do now?
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, we'll be up to something
Considered spending two or three weeks out the country
Yeah, we'll be up to something, nah, we never bluffing
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, yeah, we'll keep on jumpin'
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
