Jumpin On A Jet Lyrics – Future

Y eh hoe, Jumpin on and off the jet
Y eh hoe, Jumpin on and off the jet
Y eh hoe, Jumpin on and off the jet
Y eh hoe, Jumpin on and off the jet….

We say it’s up, Then it’s up
Perfect timing
Throw the diamond in my cup
Solitaires on my ankle
I’m way up
See, you trolling
And that shit not weighing up
Lamb o truck, and I’m flexing
Prince’s cup
On the G4, Fend i my clothes
Top of the globe
Put the carats in my nose
Never did fold, and I won’t sell my soul
Platinum rose gold
Phillipe my hoes
Tricking it oh-oh-off
Fucking on a star
Might get your car
I was standing on the bar
Me and my squad
We dripping in Ar
Ordered the 14 passenger
Fl-yest nigga in America
Fresh Chanel and a manicure
Vvs got my hoes sprung
Jumpin on and off the jet
Jumpin on and off the jet
Jumpin on and off the jet
Jumpin on and off the jet
Jumpin on and off….

Say it’s war
We gon down him and fuck his hoe
I’m the boy
Putting these marbles in my doors
I can’t change
Ya gotta sweep wit’ us
I’m on flames
Me and my hoe play gang bang
I’m a superstar
But I already got my stains
I was in the back seat
But I was switching lanes
Headrest, clear port
I stay dead fresh, far in my transport
Ordered the 14 passenger
Fl-yest nigga in America
Fresh Chanel and a manicure
Vvs got my hoes sprung
Jumpin on and off the jet
Jumpin on and off the jet
Jumpin on and off the jet
Jumpin on and off the jet
Jumpin on and off….