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conversations.value: Write me a song called Jumpman (Remix) with the following description: . Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Rick Ross]
  Young Renzel, it's the biggest
  [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
  Bussin, bussin, bussin, my lil hittas bussin
  Caught you leaving Magic City and you know we done it
  Black bottle boys, you see what's glowing in my bucket
  Maybach Maybachs pullin up and all them niggas rugged
  Step off the throne, look in the eyes of Al Capone
  My niggas whippin noodles, Cheetos on they prison phones
  Quarter kilo get your whole clique pita rolled
  Yellow bitch with green eyes always keep my reefer rolled
  Fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, double M or fuck em
  AT&T, one collect call and I could touch em
  Sam Sneak and my niggas seen my sacrifice
  Double Rs on my gate, I live a lavish life
  I pray I'm tatted even in my afterlife
  Cubans on Ferrari, fat boy got an appetite
  I care less about you, therefore it's no discussion
  Half a band and niggas bussin like they play percussion
  Timberland a busta
  , hit em with a 808
  Keep a homie in the clique that's paid to cut your face
  If you didn't notice nigga, we like Puff and Ma$e
  Bad Boy, if you cross me, that's another case
  [Verse 2: Future]
  Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman
  I just seen the jet take off, they up to something
  Them boys just not bluffing, them boys just not bluffing
  Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to something
  She was tryna join the team I told her wait
  Chicken wings and fries, we don't go on dates
  Nobu, Nobu, Nobu, Nobu, Nobu, Nobu
  I just throwed a private dinner in LA
  Trapping is a hobby, that's the way for me
  Money coming fast, we never getting sleep
  I just had to buy another safe
  Bentley Spurs and Phantom, Jordan fadeaway [Verse 3: Drake]
  Yeah, Jumpman, Jumpman, I don't need no introduction
  Jumpman, Jumpman, Metro Boomin on production, wow
  Hundred cousins out in Memphis, they so country, wow
  Tell her, "Stay the night, valet your car, come fuck me now"
  Jumpman, Jumpman, live on TNT, I'm flexin', woo
  Jumpman, Jumpman, they gave me my own collection, woo
  Jump when I say jump, girl, can you take direction? Woo
  Mutombo with the bitches, you keep gettin' rejected, woo
  [Bridge: Future]
  Heard they came through Magic City on a Monday
  Heard they had the club wild, it was star-studded
  A bunch of girls goin' wild when your chain flooded
  And I had 'em like wow, cup dirty
  [Verse 4: Future]
  Dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman
  Money on the counter, choppers on the floor
  I just copped that tempo, DJ Mustard, woo
  Way too much codeine and Adderall
  We just count up big racks, woah
  I know I'ma get my bitch back, woah
  I count all these racks that I have on me now, I'ma have you like, "Woah"
  Chanel N°9, Chanel N°5, well, you got 'em both [Outro: Drake & Future]
  Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to somethin'
  They just spent like two or three weeks out the country
  Them boys up to somethin', they just not just bluffin'
  Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to somethin'