Текст песни Phone Jumpin (Wiz Khalifa) с переводом

Yeah, yeahhh-ha-ha

There we go

Ha ha ha

(Renegade)

Ha ha ha ha

Residue still on my hand

It feel like I’m back in the kitchen (I'm back)

Your bitch in the back of the Fisker

You can’t imagine the trenches (Nah)

What you know about trappin' and pitchin'?

Now I got 'em laughin' up in the back of the Bentley

What you know about not havin' a penny?

Phone jumpin', gotta bag it up quickly

Phone off, it was quiet for me (Quiet)

Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dyin' for me

I woke up this morning with a lot of money

I’m just sellin' 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

Profit’s my nigga, I’ll never forget all the times

He took me where I needed to go (Uh)

I woke this mornin', like, «Fuck everybody,»

And that’s how I knew that I needed to smoke (Uh)

My niggas is felons, you niggas is jealous

And y’all just definin' the meaning of broke (Uh)

I’m gettin' some brain, I pulled out my chain

And she started lookin' like she seen a ghost (Ah!)

Diamonds is cold like goin' outside with no jacket

And mama say you need a coat (Huh)

I do not wanna be stuck in the hood all day

I rather go jump off a boat

«When the album droppin'?» 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 (Uh)

Residue still on my hand

It feel like I’m back in the kitchen

Your bitch in the back of the Fisker (In the back)

You can’t imagine the trenches (Nah)

What you know about trappin' and pitchin'?

Now I got 'em laughin' up in the back of the Bentley

What you know about not havin' a penny? (Uh uh)

Phone jumpin', gotta bag it up quickly

Ice hash in the bong

Take dabs till I’m gone

In the basement, growing base

This shit is strong like mace

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 'em

New car so I’m gonna leave 'em

Talk down but they wanna be him—damn

They don’t go off like Khalifa, man

Second grade, had two girlfriends

Fifth 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’mma roll one

Pass it around, ain’t got lungs

You better grow some

I remember people lyin' to me

Now I force em' all to stand in line

How he got a bed but he lyin'?

My nigga don’t text me right now I’m too high

Ph—

Ph—

Phone off, it was quiet for me (Quiet)

Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dyin' for me

I woke up this morning with a lot of money

I’m just sellin' game, come and buy it from me

On my wrist, I put Patek Philippe now (Yee)

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 (Bags)

A lot of hammers and a lot of lead

A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red (Uh)

Without these cameras they’d be probably dead

Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds (Woah)

I’ve been that nigga since Simon Says (Uh)

I heard you talk to a lot of feds (Uh)

Bring your rent back to Papi and gimme more

Fuck the re-up up at the Fendi store (Fendi)

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 (I'm back)

Your bitch in the back of the Fisker (In the back)

You can’t imagine the trenches (Never)

What you know about trappin' and pitchin'?

Now I got 'em laughin' up in the back of the Bentley (In the back)

What you know about not havin' a penny?

Phone jumpin', gotta bag it up quickly

Phone off, it was quiet for me (Quiet)

Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dyin' for me

I woke up this mornin' with a lot of money

I’m just sellin' game, come and buy it from me (A lot)

On my wrist I put Patek Philippe now (Yeah)

Every day we can eat at Phillepe’s now (Everyday)

It’s hard to see through this weed cloud (Shh)

I’m picking up bags when I leave town (Bags)

A lot of hammers and a lot of lead

A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red (Uh)

Without these cameras they’d be probably dead

Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds

(Percs, Xans, Lean, Percs, Xans…)

Without these cameras they’d be probably dead

Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds (All the meds)

Residue still on my hand (Stick)

It feel like I’m back in the kitchen (Right back)

Your bitch in the back of the Fisker

You can’t imagine the trenches (Huh?)

Now I got 'em laughing up in the back of the Bentley (Ghrr!)

Phone jumpin', gotta bag it up quickly (Bag it up)

«Phone jumpin', gotta bag it up quickly»

«Phone jumpin'—»

«Phone jumpin', gotta bag it up quickly»