Jumpin On a Jet

In this single released in January on 2019, Future talks and flaunts his private jet and his lavish lifestyle. Most of the song consists of him constantly on the move in his private jet and all the cars and other expensive things he owns. 

	
Yeah, 
ho (Jumpin'                                                                                      No
on and off the jet)                                                                           I can't
Yeah, ho (Jumpin' on and                                                                     change, I 
off the jet) Yeah, ho (Jumpin'                                                             got a short bus
on and off the jet) Yeah, ho (Jumpin'                                                  on my ring I'm on
on and off the jet) Yeah, ho (Jumpin' on                                          flames, me and my
and off the jet) Yeah, ho (Jumpin' on and off the jet) Yeah, ho (Jumpin' on and off the jet) h**, hood
Yeah, ho (Jumpin' on and off the jet) We say it's up, then it's upPerfect timin', dropped a diamond in my cup
Solitaires on my ankles, I'm weighed up See, you trollin' and that shit not weighin' up Lambo truck, and I'm flexin',
princess cut On the G4, Fendi my clothes, travel the globe Put the carats in my nose Never did fold And I won't sell my soul, 
platinum rose gold Philippe my hoes Tricking it o-o-off F*****' on a star-ar-ar-ar Might get you a car-ar-ar-ar I was standin' 
on the bar-ar-ar-arIt was me and my squa-ad-ad-adWe was drippin' in a-a-agua Ordered the 14 passenger Flyest n**** in America
                  Fresher                                than a mannequin 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 
					 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 h** I'm on a 
		              bar, puttin' these
				 marbles in my 
				    doors








             gangbang I'm a superstar, but I already got my stains I was in the back seat, but I was switchin' 

                lanes TV the headrest, pull up at the Clearport I stay dead fresh, foreign my transport