Bouncin' (Explicit)

Bouncin' (彈跳) (Explicit) - Nick Grant

Written by：Nick Grant/LaMar Edwards/Michael Ray Cox, Jr./John Groover, Jr.

Uh

Somebody tell them *s that I'm legendary

We gon' check 'em first like the secretary

Leap the competition

Twenty ninth of february

This double m is all I need

I think I'm meth mary

Bouncin'

I peel off like a dead ni**a'

Shooter do it himself

Boy he blair witchin'

Blood spillin' over beef

I'm a rare ni**a

And we don't know from nothin'

'Less the feds with ya'

How you want it

This that '96 pac

Never met a nah notha ni**a this hot

Pen game d**e scribble 'til my wrist lock

*s ballin' thinkin' sh*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 dick and I'ma nail it

Not the press on kind

Baby girl throw it back

Like it's west coast time

And get it

Hot damn

It ain't 'bout the money

Boy the sh*t ain't 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 can't do what I can

Food for the soul

Real ni**a' ingredient

Never was a hater

Ni**a' that sh*t look too tedious haha

Come through wavy and they gon' do you the greasiest

Kids slide up on you

Like pajamas with the feet in 'em

Strong minded she ain't messin' with no weak ni**a

My biggest fear is that you treatin' me like theeese *s'

Got a p h d and she like the w**d lit up

A** fat she don't waste much

Like a cheap ni**a'

Bouncin'

My outfit scream murderer whoo

Yeah I'm showing out roll the curtains up

Baby blue jordan 9

Think I should hit gerber up

Going harder than laura lettin' urkle f**k

I thought I told you that it's all about the moola

Know I keep that thing

Like when lauryn dropped doo wop

Tell them *s' cool out

'Fore they hear that booyah

Party animal it's like when meech brought the zoo out

Bouncin'

Hot damn

It ain't 'bout the money

Boy the sh*t ain't 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 can't do what I can

Hot damn

It ain't 'bout the money

Boy the sh*t ain't 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 can't do what I can