JVMP!

Yeah

Yeah?

You wanna party with the party boys?

Yeah?

Yeah, yeah yeah

Let's go

You wanna party with the party boys?

Well lemme see you stand up

Hands up, better make some noise

You down to party with the party boys?

Well lemme see you stand up

Hands up, fist pump and jump!

You wanna party with the party boys?

Well lemme see you stand up

Hands up, better make some noise

You down to party with the party boys?

Well lemme see you stand up

Hands up, fist pump and jump!

Yeah

Damn right, it's my birthday

No it's not, but imma act like it anyway

Booty rockin' everywhere

Make that earth quake

Booty rockin' everywhere

Time to eat cake

I'm big back for the summer, now

Fill my glass to the top

Where the sommelier?

I'm bouta make my body rock

Like a drummer, now

And take up the whole block

Like a hummer, now

Get back, we gon' make them fans clack

When hits slap, we gon' make them hands clap

I spits facts, so Brad make that beat smack

And imma hop on and go on the attack

One punch and they gon' call me Saitama

I leave no room to react, It's on sight for ya

Knocking out hit for hit like I'm Tyson

I stay ringing in your ears like a siren

Yah, yah, yah, yah

You wanna party with the party boys?

Well lemme see you stand up

Hands up, better make some noise

You down to party with the party boys?

Well lemme see you stand up

Hands up, fist pump and jump!

You wanna party with the party boys?

Well lemme see you stand up

Hands up, better make some noise

You down to party with the party boys?

Well lemme see you stand up

Hands up, fist pump and jump!

Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump

I wanna feel the Rush

Hand me a fresh bottle

Dance floors my runway

Call me top model

Drowning down in the pool

Without no goggles

So Brad sent the new beats

And I went full throttle

Munch, munch I'm chewing on this beat

And I got hunch, hunch

That you gon' move yo feet

Now let them kicks slide

And swing 'round your thighs

While we bring back to the prechorus

For a reprise

Now get back, we gon' make them fans clack

When hits slap, we gon' make them hands clap

I spits facts, so Brad make that beat smack

And imma hop on and go on the attack

One punch and you gon' call me Saitama

I leave no room to react, It's on sight for ya

Knocking out hit for hit like we Tyson

I stay ringing in your ears like a siren

Yah, yah, yah, Let's Go!

You wanna party with the party boys?

Well lemme see you stand up

Hands up, better make some noise

You down to party with the party boys?

Well lemme see you stand up

Hands up, fist pump and jump!

You wanna party with the party boys?

Well lemme see you stand up

Hands up, better make some noise

You down to party with the party boys?

Well lemme see you stand up

Hands up, fist pump and jump!

Jump

Jump

Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump