Artist: Dave East f/ Wiz Khalifa Album: Paranoia: A True Story Song: Phone Jumpin Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Wiz Khalifa] Yeah, yeahhh-ha-ha There we go Ha ha ha (Renegade) Ha ha ha [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 trappin' and pitchin'? 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 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 lookin' like she seen a ghost Diamonds is cold like goin' 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 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 trappin' and pitchin'? 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 [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 roll 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 flyin' My nigga don't text me right now I'm too high [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 re-up on LeBron We ain't lookin' for jobs livin' like the mob Hot temper keepin' it calm See I used to sleep in the slums Now bitches chew me like a piece of some gum 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 trappin' and pitchin'? 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 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 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 trappin' and pitchin'? 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 Bag that up