[Intro: Rick Ross]
Young Renzel, it's the biggest

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Bussin, bussin, bussin, my lil hittas bussin
Caught you leaving Magic City and you know we done it
Black bottle boys, you see what's glowing in my bucket
Maybach Maybachs pullin up and all them n***as rugged
Step off the throne, look in the eyes of Al Capone
My n***as whippin noodles, Cheetos on they prison phones
Quarter kilo get your whole clique pita rolled
Yellow bitch with green eyes always keep my reefer rolled
Fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, double M or fuck em
AT&T, one collect call and I could touch em
Sam Sneak and my n***as seen my sacrifice
Double Rs on my gate, I live a lavish life
I pray I'm tatted even in my afterlife
Cubans on Ferrari, fat boy got an appetite
I care less about you, therefore it's no discussion
Half a band and n***as bussin like they play percussion
Timberland a busta, hit em with a 808
Keep a homie in the clique that's paid to cut your face
If you didn't notice n***a, we like Puff and Ma$e
Bad Boy, if you cross me, that's another case

[Verse 2: Future]
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman
I just seen the jet take off, they up to something
Them boys just not bluffing, them boys just not bluffing
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to something
She was tryna join the team I told her wait
Chicken wings and fries, we don't go on dates
Nobu, Nobu, Nobu, Nobu, Nobu, Nobu
I just throwed a private dinner in LA
Trapping is a hobby, that's the way for me
Money coming fast, we never getting sleep
I just had to buy another safe
Bentley Spurs and Phantom, Jordan fadeaway
[Verse 3: Drake]
Yeah, Jumpman, Jumpman, I don't need no introduction
Jumpman, Jumpman, Metro Boomin on production, wow
Hundred cousins out in Memphis, they so country, wow
Tell her, "Stay the night, valet your car, come fuck me now"
Jumpman, Jumpman, live on TNT, I'm flexin', woo
Jumpman, Jumpman, they gave me my own collection, woo
Jump when I say jump, girl, can you take direction? Woo
Mutombo with the bitches, you keep gettin' rejected, woo

[Bridge: Future]
Heard they came through Magic City on a Monday
Heard they had the club wild, it was star-studded
A bunch of girls goin' wild when your chain flooded
And I had 'em like wow, cup dirty

[Verse 4: Future]
Dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman
Money on the counter, choppers on the floor
I just copped that tempo, DJ Mustard, woo
Way too much codeine and Adderall
We just count up big racks, woah
I know I'ma get my bitch back, woah
I count all these racks that I have on me now, I'ma have you like, "Woah"
Chanel N°9, Chanel N°5, well, you got 'em both
[Outro: Drake & Future]
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to somethin'
They just spent like two or three weeks out the country
Them boys up to somethin', they just not just bluffin'
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to somethin'