[Intro: Quavo]
Migo Gang we in the building
Yo
Young boss nigga shit, you know what I’m sayin’?
Turn up
Yo, jumpin’, jumpin’, jumpin’, jumpin’, jump jump jumpin’
My money always jumpin' out the gym
No basketball though
A-ha-ha
[Chorus: Quavo]
Jumping out the gym
Jumping out the gym
No Clyde Drexler money
Jumping out the gym
Jumping out the gym
Jumping out the gym
No Dominique money
Jumping out the gym
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Money above the rim, Burberry Timbs
Bands jumpin’ out the gym, no Shawn Kemp
Back then she ain’t want me, now I got her salty
Cause she seen Young Quavo flexed up in that Aston Martin
Hurricane wrist, watch Young Quavo break the pot
In the VIP shootin’ nothing but money jump shots
Can't nobody touch me cause my goons like secret service
Pull up, pop the trunk, it's a flock of birdies
Smokin' on purp James Worthy, (purp)
Sippin' on pink like Kirby, (lean)
I already know she thirsty
So I put her in the kitchen dancing dirty
I already know he a coward, I already know he sour
He a snake in the grass so I had to cut him off
I call that Georgia Power
We don’t even kick it like that dog
Quick to spray a nigga like Lysol
Don't get mad at me cause I smashed your bitch
Then I passed her like Chris Paul
Hell nah I don’t need no label
Hundred bands just sitting on the table
Face card so good in da hood
I could go kick shit wit Blocc Gang in Decatur
Migo Gang we in the building
Yo
Young boss nigga shit, you know what I’m sayin’?
Turn up
Yo, jumpin’, jumpin’, jumpin’, jumpin’, jump jump jumpin’
My money always jumpin' out the gym
No basketball though
A-ha-ha
[Chorus: Quavo]
Jumping out the gym
Jumping out the gym
No Clyde Drexler money
Jumping out the gym
Jumping out the gym
Jumping out the gym
No Dominique money
Jumping out the gym
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Money above the rim, Burberry Timbs
Bands jumpin’ out the gym, no Shawn Kemp
Back then she ain’t want me, now I got her salty
Cause she seen Young Quavo flexed up in that Aston Martin
Hurricane wrist, watch Young Quavo break the pot
In the VIP shootin’ nothing but money jump shots
Can't nobody touch me cause my goons like secret service
Pull up, pop the trunk, it's a flock of birdies
Smokin' on purp James Worthy, (purp)
Sippin' on pink like Kirby, (lean)
I already know she thirsty
So I put her in the kitchen dancing dirty
I already know he a coward, I already know he sour
He a snake in the grass so I had to cut him off
I call that Georgia Power
We don’t even kick it like that dog
Quick to spray a nigga like Lysol
Don't get mad at me cause I smashed your bitch
Then I passed her like Chris Paul
Hell nah I don’t need no label
Hundred bands just sitting on the table
Face card so good in da hood
I could go kick shit wit Blocc Gang in Decatur
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