Official Lyrics To 'Jumpin' By NLE Choppa Ft Polo G

NLE Choppa And Polo G Lyrics

Read the official Lyrics to ‘Jumpin’ by NLE Choppa featuring Polo G. ‘Jumpin’ is a hit song dropped by NLE Choppa, for the purpose of NLE Choppa fans and our esteemed readers, we bring to you the most accurate lyrics to ‘Jumpin‘.

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NLE Choppa & Polo G – Jumpin Lyrics

Intro: NLE Choppa
(CashMoneyAP)
Thumbing
Through, blue hundreds, yeah
Lotta, money (Kio, Kio)
I say, ayy
Ayy

Chorus: NLE Choppa
Rubber band hundreds, this shit keep on coming
I’m th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbing (Th-th-th-thumbing)
Move like a mummy, the drugs got him slumped
He a ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-junkie (Ju-ju-ju-junkie)
Add to the convo if it’s about money
I’m th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbing (Th-th-th-thumbing)
Used to be bummy, turned nothing to something
Now I got my bank account ju-ju-ju-jumping (Ju-ju-ju-jumping)
Rubber band hundreds, this shit keep on coming
I’m th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbing (Th-th-th-thumbing)
Move like a mummy, the drugs got him slumped
He a ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-junkie (Ju-ju-ju-junkie)
Add to the convo if it’s about money
I’m th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbing (Th-th-th-thumbing)
Used to be bummy, turned nothing to something
Now I got my bank account ju-ju-ju-jumping (Ju-ju-ju-jumping)

Verse 1: NLE Choppa
Hundred band, hundred band, guns in the Sprinter van
Never play middleman, we gotta get a man (We gotta get a man)
If I don’t feel a man, we gotta kill a man
Spin like a ceiling fan, not for the dividends
Reaping the benefits like he an immigrant
Lot of artillery, special delivery
Show my agility and my ability
Go on a killing spree like we the military (Let’s go, let’s go)
Play with my cash and I’m on your ass
Like the pockets on the back of your pants
Lay on my stash like it was a mattress
Pillowcase filled up with my bands
Couple grand in the addict, another grand like magic, that’s mathematics
Getting paid is a habit, balling like I was a Maverick or John Madden

Chorus: NLE Choppa
Rubber band hundreds, this shit keep on coming
I’m th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbing (Th-th-th-thumbing)
Move like a mummy, the drugs got him slumped
He a ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-junkie (Ju-ju-ju-junkie)
Add to the convo if it’s about money
I’m th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbing (Th-th-th-thumbing)
Used to be bummy, turned nothing to something
Now I got my bank account ju-ju-ju-jumping (Ju-ju-ju-jumping)
Rubber band hundreds, this shit keep on coming
I’m th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin’ (Th-th-th-thumbing)
Move like a mummy, the drugs got him slumped
He a ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-junkie (Ju-ju-ju-junkie)
Add to the convo if it’s about money
I’m th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbing (Th-th-th-thumbing)
Used to be bummy, turned nothin’ to something
Now I got my bank account ju-ju-ju-jumping (Ju-ju-ju-jumping)

Verse 2: Polo G
I’m thumbing through bands and racks
Deep in that water, bitch, it ain’t no friends in that
First nigga playing get whacked
Scope on a new Glock, I got a lens attached
Like my shooter got aim assist
He bound to hit anything that he blamming at
Catch him and bang him quick
Empty the clip, twelve hollows gon’ lay in his back, uh
Uh, money counters beeping
Blue strip dreams while I’m sleeping
40 with a beam if they creeping
Too Turnt Gang what I’m bleeding
Snatch who chain? Bitch, I’m squeezing
Bullets patch his brain, he ain’t breathing
Was posted in the rain with some heathens
Look how far I came, they can’t believe it