Jumpin On A Jet – Future Lyrics

Y eh hoe, Jumpin on and off the jet

Y eh hoe, Jumpin on and off the jet

Y eh hoe, Jumpin on and off the jet

Y eh hoe, Jumpin on and off the jet….

We say it’s up, Then it’s up

Perfect timing

Throw the diamond in my cup

Solitaires on my ankle

I’m way up

See, you trolling

And that shit not weighing up

Lamb o truck, and I’m flexing

Prince’s cup

On the G4, Fend i my clothes

Top of the globe

Put the carats in my nose

Never did fold, and I won’t sell my soul

Platinum rose gold

Phillipe my hoes

Tricking it oh-oh-off

Fucking on a star

Might get your car

I was standing on the bar

Me and my squad

We dripping in Ar

Ordered the 14 passenger

Fl-yest nigga in America

Fresh Chanel and a manicure

Vvs got my hoes sprung

Jumpin on and off the jet

Jumpin on and off the jet

Jumpin on and off the jet

Jumpin on and off the jet

Jumpin on and off….

Say it’s war

We gon down him and fuck his hoe

I’m the boy

Putting these marbles in my doors

I can’t change

Ya gotta sweep wit’ us

I’m on flames

Me and my hoe play gang bang

I’m a superstar

But I already got my stains

I was in the back seat

But I was switching lanes

Headrest, clear port

I stay dead fresh, far in my transport

Ordered the 14 passenger

Fl-yest nigga in America

Fresh Chanel and a manicure

Vvs got my hoes sprung

Jumpin on and off the jet

Jumpin on and off the jet

Jumpin on and off the jet

Jumpin on and off the jet

Jumpin on and off….