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conversations.value: Write me a song called Phone Jumpin with the following description: The song could be about the days Dave was down in the trap putting in some work and having his phone being called due to demand of narcotics.
  For more on the beat, click here. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Produced by Reazy Renegade]
  [Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
  Yeah, yeahhh-ha-ha
  There we go
  Ha ha ha
  (
  Renegade
  )
  Ha ha ha ha
  [Chorus: Dave East]
  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
  [Refrain: Dave East]
  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
  [Verse 1: Dave East]
  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) [Chorus: Dave East]
  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
  [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
  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 [Refrain: Dave East]
  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
  [Verse 3: Dave East]
  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 [Chorus: Dave East]
  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
  [Refrain: Dave East]
  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)
  [Verse 4: Dave East]
  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)
  [Chorus: Dave East]
  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)
  [Outro: Dave East]
  "Phone jumpin', gotta bag it up quickly"
  "Phone jumpin'—"
  "Phone jumpin', gotta bag it up quickly"