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z money - jumpin' lyrics

[intro]
yo, this sh-t dope
this sh-t is dope
ah
pyrex whipper
man, f-ck forgiveness
pyrex

[verse 1]
yellow mclaren on two-fours, call that b-tch lil’ kobe, yeah
break the brick in the chevy, then hit the store, then buy some dope, see
man, these n-gg-s hilarious, they on my d-ck, don’t even know me
like a bunny, got carats, just tried to touch him, catch a four piece
they don’t even know me
drop big bales your homie
captain of the game on floor seats
gas it like tony
ounce of that dope in the morning
cap -ss n-gg-, he flodgin’
got the drip in my closet
what’s on my hip, ’bout to dodge it
k!llers gonna sift through my pockets
wrappin’ bricks like my father
gettin’ b-tches h-t, gettin’ guala
breakin’ cells got me v12
ran out of codeine, need a refill
i’m known in the county for makin’ them bales
know in the hood for breakin’ that scale
don’t impress me, n-gg-, just never tell
workin’ nonstop, gotta get it, can’t fail
d-mn, rest in peace to mel
louis on the coat, couple g’s, i’m a player
spend a lot of money on the sh-t that i wear, yeah

[chorus]
d-mn, i got it jumpin’, d-mn, i got it jumpin’
d-mn, i got it jumpin’, d-mn, i got it jumpin’
jump, jump, jump, jump
jump, jump, jump, yeah
d-mn, i got it jumpin’, d-mn, i got it jumpin’
d-mn, i got it jumpin’, d-mn, i got it jumpin’
jump, jump, jump, jump
jump, jump, jump, yeah

[verse 2]
big .44, we ain’t doin’ no punkin’
creep on his -ss, leave his -ss in the dungeon
load just came, “where it go?” how i’m comin’
rich ‘fore the fame, ‘nother whole d-mn onion
trap cross-country
came in the game when it’s sunny
servin’ a whole lot of aunties
even my uncle
wrappin’ sh-t up in a bundle
gettin’ money got me no humble
know i can’t fumble
me and wizzop, money convo
bringin’ in all these honchos
j’s at the front door
brand new vert in the front too
paid cash for all my cars, though
fur from mongoose
on that b-tch with my gun too
run up, knock your taco
go broke, you just run through
diamonds h-ttin’ like kung fu
i’m the type to work your block, though

- z money lyrics

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