DAVE EAST ft. WIZ KHALIFA – Phone Jumping lyrics

 Produced by REAZY RENEGADE

INTRO  (WIZ KHALIFA)
 Yeah, yeah
 There we go
 Ha ha ha
 [Renegade, Renegade, Renegade]
 Ha ha ha

CHORUS  (DAVE EAST)
 Residue still on my hand
 It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
 Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
 You can’t imagine the trenches
 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 jumping gotta bag it up quickly

VERSE 1  (DAVE EAST)
 Phone off it was quiet for me
 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
 (?) my nigga, I’ll never forget all the times you took me where I needed to go
 I woke this morning like fuck everybody and that’s how I knew that I needed to smoke
 My niggas is felons you niggas is jealous and y’all just defining the meaning of broke
 I’m gettin 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
 I do not wanna be stuck in the hood all day I rather go jump off a boat
 When the 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

CHORUS  (DAVE EAST)
 Residue still on my hand
 It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
 Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
 You can’t imagine the trenches
 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 jumping gotta bag it up quickly

VERSE 2  (WIZ KHALIFA)
 Ice hash in the bong
 Take dabs til’ 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 mil’, 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
 2nd grade had two girlfriends
 5th 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 nigga who I am
 Quick to get my niggas out a jam
 I’m a wrong 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 (?) but he flying
 My nigga don’t text me right now I’m too high

VERSE 3  (DAVE EAST)
 Phone off it was quiet for me
 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 Phillepe’s now
 It’s hard to see through this weed cloud
 I’m picking up bags when I leave town
 A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
 A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red
 Without these cameras they’d be probably dead
 Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
 I’ve been that nigga since Simon Says
 I heard you talk to a lot of feds
 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 Reup on LeBron
 We ain’t looking for jobs living like the mob
 Hot temper keeping it calm
 See I used to sleep in the slums
 Now bitches chew me like a piece of some gum

CHORUS  (DAVE EAST)
 Residue still on my hand
 It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
 Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
 You can’t imagine the trenches
 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 jumping gotta bag it up quickly

VERSE 4  (DAVE EAST)
 Phone off it was quiet for me
 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 Phillepe’s now
 It’s hard to see through this weed cloud
 I’m picking up bags when I leave town
 A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
 A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red
 Without these camera’s they’d be probably dead
 Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
 Perc’s, Xan’s, Lean, Perc’s
 Without these camera’s they’d be probably dead
 Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds

CHORUS  (DAVE EAST)
 Residue still on my hand
 It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
 Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
 You can’t imagine the trenches
 Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
 Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly
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