Phone Jumpin (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

Yeah, there we go

(Renegade, renegade)

Residue still on my hand

It feel like I'm back in the kitchen (I'm back)

Your bitch in the back of the Fisker

You can't imagine the trenches (No)

What you know about trapping and pitching?

Now, I got 'em laughing up in the back of the Bentley

What you know about not having a penny?

Phone jumpin', gotta bag it up quickly

Phone off, it was quiet for me (Quiet)

Don't say you love me, you ain't dying for me

I woke up this morning with a lot of money

I'm just selling 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

Ride for my ****, I'll never forget all the times

You took me where I needed to go

I woke up this morning like, fuck everybody

And that's how I knew that I needed to smoke

My **** is felons, you **** is jealous

And y'all just defining the meaning of broke (I'm broke)

I'm getting some brain, I pulled out my chain

And she started looking like she seen a ghost

Diamonds is cold like going outside with no jacket

And mama say, you need a coat (Coat)

I do not wanna be stuck in the hood all day

I rather go jump off a boat

When ya album dropping? 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 bitch, she drinking straight lean

Residue still on my hand

It feel like I'm back in the kitchen

Your bitch in the back of the Fisker (In the back)

You can't imagine the trenches (Never)

What you know about trapping and pitching?

Now, I got 'em laughing up in the back of the Bentley

What you know about not having a penny? (Uh, uh)

Phone jumpin', gotta bag it up quickly (Quick)

Ice hash in the bong

Takes dabs till I'm gone

In the basement, growing base

This shit is strong like mase

Keep a low temp nail

'Cause it's all about taste

I just did three mill

Did it all in one day

Hear 'em talk, but I don't believe him

New car, so I'm gonna leave him

Talk down, but they wanna be him

Damn

They don't go off like Khalifa, man

Second grade, had two girlfriends

Fifth grade, I was in Japan

Now, I can never go broke again

I ain't need no one to hold my hand

Uh, fuck 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 **** who I am

Quick to get my **** out a jam

I'ma roll one, pass it around

Ain't got lungs, you better grow some

I remember people lying to me

Now, I force 'em all to stand in line

How he got a bag, but he flying?

My ****, don't text me right now, I'm too high

Phone off, it was quiet for me (Quiet)

Don't say you love me, you ain't dying for me

I woke up this morning with a lot of money

I'm just selling game, come and buy it from me

On my wrist, I put Patek Philippe now

Every day, we can eat at Philippe'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 (Oh, uh)

Without these cameras, they'd be probably dead

Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds (Oh)

I've been that **** since Simon Says (Uh)

I heard that you talk to a lot of feds (Oh)

Bring your rent back to papi and gimme more

Fuck the re-up up at the Fendi store

Fuck the re-up up on Chanel

Fuck the re-up up on Vuitton

Last year, I bet against the Cavaliers

I fucked the re-up on LeBron

We ain't lookin for jobs, living like the mob

Hot temper keeping it calm (Calm)

See, I used to sleep in the slums

Now, bitches chew me like a piece of some gum, ah

Residue still on my hand

It feel like I'm back in the kitchen (I'm back)

Your bitch in the back of the Fisker (In the back)

You can't imagine the trenches (Never)

What you know about trapping and pitching?

Now I got 'em laughing up in the back of the Bentley

(In the back)

What you know about not having a penny?

Phone jumpin', gotta bag it up quickly

Phone off, it was quiet for me (Quiet)

Don't say you love me, you ain't dying for me

I woke up this morning with a lot of money

I'm just selling game, come and buy it from me

On my wrist, I put Patek Philippe now

Every day, we can eat at Philippe's now (Every day)

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 (Oh, 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 (Lot of meds)

Residue still on my hand (Still)

It feel like I'm back in the kitchen (Right back)

Your bitch in the back of the Fisker

You can't imagine the trenches (Oh)

Now I got 'em laughing up in the back of the Bentley

Phone jumpin', gotta bag it up quickly (Bag that up)

(Phone jumpin', gotta bag it up quickly)

(Phone jumpin', quickly)

(Phone jumpin', gotta bag it up quickly)