Cohiba Season - Jumpman (feat. Lex Lavish) Lyrics

Yea, Uh
All I do is straight flex boy
Hang ten off that Remy
Twenty four karats all on my breath boy
Flipping shots of that Remy
Gotta pair of foreign shade on my eyes
Gotta pair of foreign girls in my ride
Keep that foreign all on my mind
Only thing I'm foreign to is that line
When I show up to the party I ain't waitin'
Not to worry I'm in a hurry to get inebriated
Pockets weighted we getting faded them other dudes is basic
Buying cases and we ain't leaving until the waitress wasted

I can have that work to you by the morning
Dressed to flex, closet flooded with that foreign
Bending corners in a foreign
Models sipping on a bottle of that foreign
And I keep the block jumping Michael Jordan
Call me Jumpman
I think I'm Jordan
Call me Jumpman
You see me scoring
Call me Jumpman
I think I'm jordan
Call me Jumpman
When I'm flying in that foreign

Lex Lavish, Ooooh
Feeling like Jordan, check the stats my team winning
Undefined get up on the mic and I bet your shorty gonna lean with it
East beast and we mean with it, scoring on um we stay balling
You NBA I'm major league like MJ and you can't guard it
I'm balling I'm balling, I'm winning I'm winning
I'm LJ you not even Kobe
I'm cooking that crack in the booth like I been in the kitchen
I'm feeling like Tony
We be rolling up rolling that potent
Them exotics we crashing them foreigns
In the whips we be gripping and floor it
Undefined on that shit you ain't on it
Ooooh

I can have that work to you by the morning
Dressed to flex, closet flooded with that foreign
Bending corners in a foreign
Models sipping on a bottle of that foreign
And I keep the block jumping Michael Jordan
Call me Jumpman
I think I'm Jordan
Call me Jumpman
You see me scoring
Call me Jumpman
I think I'm Jordan
Call me Jumpman
When I'm flying in that foreign

Hey
You see me just know that my gear is imported
Farah clothing this ain't no Ralph Lauren
Thread is foreign
Don't bother asking just know you ain't on it
South side of Miami spending a fortune
Weed world pot pops got me feeling like Jordan
Just a young nigga soaring
C250 with the top low
C4 that's code for a bomb hoe
She be necking like I'm checking for her tonsils
Then I dash on that ass like Roscoe
Hit the gas when I get it in gear
All of that ass how'd you get it in here
Pick out a bag when you finish your hair
Sneaking you over the border

I can have that work to you by the morning
Dressed to flex, closet flooded with that foreign
Bending corners in a foreign
Models sipping on a bottle of that foreign
And I keep the block jumping Michael Jordan
Call me Jumpman
I think I'm Jordan
Call me Jumpman
You see me scoring
Call me Jumpman
I think I'm Jordan
Call me Jumpman
When I'm flying in that foreign