Bouncin'

Written by ：Nick Grant/LaMar Edwards/Michael Ray Cox,Jr./John Groover,Jr.
Uh
Somebody tell them *****s that Im legendary
We goncheck em first like the secretary
Leap the competition
Twenty ninth of february
This double m is all I need
I think Im meth mary
Bouncin
I peel off like a dead ni**a
Shooter do it himself
Boy he blair witchin
Blood spillinover beef
Im a rare ni**a
And we dont know from nothin
Less the feds with ya
How you want it
This that 96pac
Never met a nah notha ni**a this hot
Pen game d**e scribble til my wrist lock
*****s ballinthinkinsh*t is sweet
Chris bosh
Boy bouncin
You gotta catch those lines
Tell a broke ni**a
Hold up that depressed hoe sign
She want **** and Ima nail it
Not the press on kind
Baby girl throw it back
Like its west coast time
And get it
Hot damn
It aint bout the money
Boy the sh* t aint in the plans
Girl I got a bag on me
Money dancin
And when you real ni**a
Everybody understand
Hot damn ni**a
I can make the money ni**a
I can make the money ni**a
With the top down
Tell them other *****s
They cant do what I can
Food for the soul
Real ni**aingredient
Never was a hater
Ni**athat sh*t look too tedious haha
Come through wavy and they gondo you the greasiest
Kids slide up on you
Like pajamas with the feet in em
Strong minded she aint messinwith no weak ni**a
My biggest fear is that you treatinme like theeese *****s
Got a p h d and she like the w**d lit up
A**fat she dont waste much
Like a cheap ni**a
Bouncin
My outfit scream murderer whoo
Yeah Im showing out roll the curtains up
Baby blue jordan 9
Think I should hit gerber up
Going harder than laura lettinurkle ****
I thought I told you that its all about the moola
Know I keep that thing
Like when lauryn dropped doo wop
Tell them *****scool out
Fore they hear that booyah
Party animal its like when meech brought the zoo out
Bouncin
Hot damn
It aint bout the money
Boy the sh*t aint in the plans
Girl I got a bag on me
Money dancin
And when you real ni**a
Everybody understand
Hot damn ni**a
I can make the money ni**a
I can make the money ni**a
With the top down
Tell them other *****s
They cant do what I can
Hot damn
It aint bout the money
Boy the sh*t aint in the plans
Girl I got a bag on me
Money dancin
And when you real ni** a
Everybody understand
Hot damn ni**a
I can make the money ni**a
I can make the money ni**a
With the top down
Tell them other *****s
They cant do what I can