One two three four
Five six seven eight
Bounce bitch
Can you bounce bitch?
Can you bounce bitch?
Can you bounce can you bounce
Can you bounce bitch?
Can you bounce bitch?
Can you bounce bitch?
Can you bounce can you bounce that ass
A to the D's B to the C's
What that mean? Bitch I've been him since the BC's
Got the red flags stuffed in my jeans
And I'm sneaking right past the security
I ain't never missed I'm like TDE
We live from the city of BD's and GD's
I got that shit on so I gotta say cheese
500K or dinner with Jay-Z
Sugar free no sugar coat
I got a passion if you know you know
Let me stop
Then go
I got the I got the motherf*ckin' juice
Is the hotel vacant I need me a room
To invite your bitch over and boom boom boom boom
Got the hoe butt naked as a prop when I'm in the booth
I gotta jump in it feel like I'm British
Innit innit innit innit?
Is you f*ckin' with it?
Who you know could pull off a song for seven minutes?
On Seasons I did it
Never went cold bitch I always been hot
And I always been bold
Scannin' for 5-0 why she suckin' on me like Lipo
Just in case I gotta duck like a typo
In the desert I'ma rock me a raincoat
Motherf*ckers thinkin' they can pay me breadcrumbs no Panko
Bitch I say no to the 9-to-5 payroll
'Cause I ain't finna work for a building slave-owned
Momma always had the 2-liter of Cotton Candy Faygo
I just heard your new snippet it was big ass no J-Lo
Oh you listen to him but not me?
Maybe I should be a copy okay bro