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dave east - phone jumpin lyrics

[intro: wiz khalifa]
yeah, yeahhh-ha-ha
there we go
ha ha ha
(renegade)
ha ha ha ha

[hook: dave east]
residue still on my hand
it feel like i’m back in the kitchen (i’m back)
your b-tch in the back of the fisker
you can’t imagine the trenches (nah)
what you know about trappin’ and pitchin’?
now i got ’em laughin’ up in the back of the bentley
what you know about not havin’ a penny?
phone jumpin’, gotta bag it up quickly

[verse 1: dave east]
phone off, it was quiet for me (quiet)
don’t say you love me, you ain’t dyin’ for me
i woke up this morning with a lot of money
i’m just sellin’ game, come and buy it from me
on my mama, your honor, i’m not gonna speak on a soul
they told me you reap what you sow
profit’s my n-gg-, i’ll never forget all the times
he took me where i needed to go (uh)
i woke this mornin’, like, “f-ck everybody,”
and that’s how i knew that i needed to smoke (uh)
my n-gg-s is felons, you n-gg-s is jealous
and y’all just definin’ the meaning of broke (uh)
i’m gettin’ some brain, i pulled out my chain
and she started lookin’ like she seen a ghost (ah!)
diamonds is cold like goin’ outside with no jacket
and mama say you need a coat (huh)
i do not wanna be stuck in the hood all day
i rather go jump off a boat
“when the alb-m droppin’?” all they wanna know
two thousand for this moncler coat
mike amiri cost me eighteen
that ain’t no shirt, that was straight jeans
pineapple fanta when i be on it
but my little b-tch she drinking straight lean (uh)

[hook: dave east]
residue still on my hand
it feel like i’m back in the kitchen
your b-tch in the back of the fisker (in the back)
you can’t imagine the trenches (nah)
what you know about trappin’ and pitchin’?
now i got ’em laughin’ up in the back of the bentley
what you know about not havin’ a penny? (uh uh)
phone jumpin’, gotta bag it up quickly

[verse 2: wiz khalifa]
ice hash in the bong
take dabs till i’m gone
in the bas-m-nt, growing base
this sh-t is strong like mace
keep a low temp nail
’cause it’s all about taste
i just did three mil’
did it all in one day
hear em talk but i don’t believe ’em
new car so i’m gonna leave ’em
talk down but they wanna be him—d-mn
they don’t go off like khalifa, man
second grade, had two girlfriends
fifth grade, i was in j-pan
now i can never go broke again
i ain’t need no one to hold my hand
(uh, f-ck up off me)
if the weed good roll it then
quick to turn a hater to a fan
quick to get another million
quick to spend it all with my fam
quick to tell a n-gg- who i am
quick to get my n-gg-s out a jam
i’mma roll one
p-ss it around, ain’t got lungs
you better grow some
i remember people lyin’ to me
now i force em’ all to stand in line
how he got a bed but he lyin’?
my n-gg- don’t text me right now i’m too high

[verse 3: dave east]
ph—
ph—
phone off, it was quiet for me (quiet)
don’t say you love me, you ain’t dyin’ for me
i woke up this morning with a lot of money
i’m just sellin’ game, come and buy it from me
on my wrist, i put patek philippe now (yee)
every day we can eat at phillepe’s now
it’s hard to see through this weed cloud
i’m picking up bags when i leave town (bags)
a lot of hammers and a lot of lead
a lot of phantoms and a lot of red (uh)
without these cameras they’d be probably dead
hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds (woah)
i’ve been that n-gg- since simon says (uh)
i heard you talk to a lot of feds (uh)
bring your rent back to papi and gimme more
f-ck the re-up up at the fendi store (fendi)
f-ck the re-up up on chanel
f-ck the re-up up on vuitton
last year i bet against the cavaliers
i f-cked the re-up on lebron
we ain’t lookin’ for jobs livin’ like the mob
hot temper keepin’ it calm
see i used to sleep in the slums
now b-tches chew me like a piece of some gum

[hook: dave east]
residue still on my hand
it feel like i’m back in the kitchen (i’m back)
your b-tch in the back of the fisker (in the back)
you can’t imagine the trenches (never)
what you know about trappin’ and pitchin’?
now i got ’em laughin’ up in the back of the bentley (in the back)
what you know about not havin’ a penny?
phone jumpin’, gotta bag it up quickly

[verse 4: dave east]
phone off, it was quiet for me (quiet)
don’t say you love me, you ain’t dyin’ for me
i woke up this mornin’ with a lot of money
i’m just sellin’ game, come and buy it from me (a lot)
on my wrist i put patek philippe now (yeah)
every day we can eat at phillepe’s now (everyday)
it’s hard to see through this weed cloud (shh)
i’m picking up bags when i leave town (bags)
a lot of hammers and a lot of lead
a lot of phantoms and a lot of red (uh)
without these cameras they’d be probably dead
hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
(percs, xans, lean, percs, xans…)
without these cameras they’d be probably dead
hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds (all the meds)

[hook: dave east]
residue still on my hand (stick)
it feel like i’m back in the kitchen (right back)
your b-tch in the back of the fisker
you can’t imagine the trenches (huh?)
now i got ’em laughing up in the back of the bentley (ghrr!)
phone jumpin’, gotta bag it up quickly (bag it up)

[outro: dave east]
“phone jumpin’, gotta bag it up quickly”
“phone jumpin’—”
“phone jumpin’, gotta bag it up quickly”

[produced by reazy renegade]

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