Jumpin
NLE Choppa Lyrics

Thumbin' through, blue hundreds, yeah
Sorting through blue hundred dollar bills

Lotta, money (Kio)
Lots of cash

I say, ayy, ayy
Vocalize in agreement with the following statement

Rubber band hundreds, this shit keep on comin'
Secure groups of one hundred dollar bills with elastic bands

I'm th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Flipping through cash quickly with the thumb

Move like a mummy, the drugs got him slumpy
Shuffle a lot due to being under the influence of drugs

He a ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-junkie (ju-ju-ju-junkie)
A person with a dependency on drugs

Add to the convo if it's about money
Contribute to the conversation if the topic is about cash

Used to be bummy, turned nothin' to somethin'
Was once poor, but now has wealth

Now I got my bank account ju-ju-ju-jumpin' (ju-ju-ju-jumpin')
Funds are plentiful and continuously growing

Hundred band, hundred band, guns in the Sprinter van
Hundreds of thousands of dollars and weapons in a van made by the company Mercedes-Benz

Never play middleman, we gotta get a man (we gotta get a man)
Don't be an intermediary; take direct action

If I don't feel a man, we gotta kill a man
If there is a threat, eliminate the threat

Spin like a ceilin' fan, not for the dividends
Performing quickly and relentlessly, not for financial gain

Reapin' the benefits like he an immigrant
Gaining rewards like an immigrant with a bountiful harvest

Lot of artillery, special delivery
Many weapons, some received through unique means

Show my agility and my ability
Demonstrate both swift and efficient capability

Go on a killing spree like we the military (let's go, let's go)
Engage in a violent rampage as if we are an organized fighting force

Play with my cash and I'm on your ass
Touch my money and I will retaliate

Like the pockets on the back of your pants
Direct comparison of how closely he will be pursuing those who rob him to how jeans stick to your skin

Lay on my stash like it was a mattress
Cuff his funds tightly and protect them like he is sleeping on them

Pillowcase filled up with my bands (up with my bands)
Uses a pillowcase as a storage container for his piles of cash

Couple grand in the attic, 'nother grand like magic, that's mathematics
Has a few thousand dollars hidden up in his attic and is good at calculating his money

Gettin' paid is a habit, ballin' like I was a Maverick or John Madden
Earning cash is a regular occurrence and using it to live extravagantly

I'm thumbin' through bands and racks
He's flipping through stacks of cash and money counters

Deep in that water, bitch, it ain't no friends in that
It can be dangerous in deep waters and having allies is not guaranteed

First nigga playin' get whacked
The initial person who acts out of line will get attacked

Scope on a new Glock, I got a lens attached
Aim assistance on a new weapon with a camera lens mounted on it

Like my shooter got aim assist
Like his shooter is using high-tech aiming tools

He bound to hit anything that he blammin' at
He is highly skilled with his weapon and will hit nearly any target he is aiming at

Catch him and bang him quick
Capture the opposing side and quickly kill them

Empty the clip, twelve hollows gon' lay in his back, uh
Discharge an entire magazine of twelve bullets into the opponent's back

Uh, money counters beepin'
Calculators are counting money

Blue strip dreams while I'm sleepin'
Dreams of blue bands of money

.40 with a beam if they creepin'
Uses a .40 caliber handgun with a flashlight to find potential intruders

Too Turnt Gang what I'm bleedin'
Part of a ferocious gang, under their banner

Snatch who chain? Bitch, I'm squeezin'
Using force to snatch people's jewelry

Bullets patch his brain, he ain't breathin'
Bullets pierce his brain, stopping his breathing

Was posted in the rain with some heathens
Was outside in the pouring rain with his criminal associates

Look how far I came, they can't believe it
Become so successful to the point his critics can't fathom his achievement