Bounce It Lyrics – Young Stoner Life

[Intro: Biggs money]
It’s Buddah Beats
Yeah
Top Blazer (05), say it
Huh (Let it rain), Top Blazer, yeah (Smoke)

[Chorus: Biggs money]
Shake it, whip it, hit it (Yeah, yeah)
Hit it, hit it, hit it, yeah, yeah
B-bounce it for big daddy, give allowance to the baddies (Facts)
W-w-when I go golfing, I have b!tches as my caddy (Yeah, yeah, I do)
(Shake it, yeah, yeah) Off the Addy

We gon’ push up to the plane, b!tch, this not no regular day
I-I-I got problems with no shame, still would fu*k you if you hugging
Ask your ho what she like ’bout the b!tch, she gon’ say he troubling

[Verse 1: Biggs money]
Yeah, there’s no stopping magic, them hoes lovе me
Yeah, I’ve been tipping good, that YD ho lovе me
Yeah, I done spent so much, she say you don’t wanna fu*k me?
Yeah, you wasn’t for me, baby, you for my buddy
One-eyed with me, buy you Birkin, hit up two-fly, you want verdict?
Yes, I love a ho who nerdy, give a dime, her shoe dirty
Turn this b!tch up at 6:30, still in thirty, no Curry
Time of your life when you hang with the 5, she love over here, she stuck on this side
Yeah, she tell you the truth? Your daughter did damn good, yeah
How dare a b!tch call you ugly, b!tch, you look damn good
Yeah, if that pu*sy tight, them toes white, then you alright
Bounce that s*it like rent do, baby, I guarantee you get paid, on 5

[Chorus: Biggs money]
Shake it, whip it, hit it (Yeah, yeah)
Hit it, hit it, hit it, yeah, yeah
Bounce it for big daddy, give allowance to the baddies (Facts)
W-w-when I go golfing, I have b!tches as my caddy (Yeah, yeah, I do)
(Shake it, yeah, yeah) Off the Addy
We gon’ push up to the plane, b!tch, this not no regular day

I-I-I got problems with no shame, still would fu*k you if you hugging
Ask your ho what she like ’bout the b!tch, she gon’ say he troubling

[Verse 2: YKNIECE]
Bo-bo-bounce it for big daddy, throw that wham if you a baddie
I go yeah, we in Skyami, bounce s*it on me ’cause I’m having (Some more racks)
This ass the fattest
Make that n!gga spend that check on me and no, he cannot have it (No, no)
La-la-last n!gga play with YK, know I left his feelings hurt
He was beating this s*it up so damn long, he must’ve popped a Perc’ (Damn)
Had to go dumb fit, two hundred racks can’t fit inside this purse (Sheesh)
I can call up ’bout twenty n!ggas, what I make ’em do? Splurge
Work, make it work, make it work, ah
I’m throwing it back, I’m going berserk, ooh, goddamn
This s*it so wet, he tryna surf, s*it water
He a dog, huh, murk, ooh, ooh, ooh, it ride, ahahaha

[Chorus: Biggs money]
Shake it, whip it, hit it (Yeah, yeah)
Hit it, hit it, hit it, yeah, yeah
Bounce it for big daddy, give allowance to the baddies (Facts)
W-w-when I go golfing, I have b!tches as my caddy (Yeah, yeah, I do)
(Shake it, yeah, yeah) Off the Addy
We gon’ push up to the plane, b!tch, this not no regular day
I-I-I got problems with no shame, still would fu*k you if you hugging
Ask your ho what she like ’bout the b!tch, she gon’ say he troubling

[Verse 3: Biggs money]
Mo-Mo-Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, she cracking work, yeah
Fu*k it up so bad, she said, “Bae, I’ll come with you after work,” yeah
She wanna get bended every angle, sometimes, I call her Kirk
I can call about twenty hoes, where we going? Turkey (Turkey)
Work, make it work, yeah (What? B!tch)
In that pu*sy, go berserk (I go berserk, yeah, what?)
I’m a swimmer, rr, rr, uh (Damn)
I’m a dog, rr, rr, rr (Rr, rr, rr)
Yeah, eating that pu*sy, no shirt, yeah
Pu*sy trim too bad, I had it for breakfast and dessert
Had an orgy on Saturday, Sunday morning, b!tch go church
She said, “Why’d you kill this pu*sy? I thought you took a Perc'”

[Chorus: Biggs money]
Shake it, whip it, hit it (Yeah, yeah)
Hit it, hit it, hit it, yeah, yeah
Bounce it for big daddy, give allowance to the baddies (Facts)
W-w-when I go golfing, I have b!tches as my caddy (Yeah, yeah, I do)
(Shake it, yeah, yeah) Off the Addy
We gon’ push up to the plane, b!tch, this not no regular day
I-I-I got problems with no shame, still would fu*k you if you hugging
Ask your ho what she like ’bout the b!tch, she gon’ say he troubling

[Outro: Biggs money]
Yeah, what? Huh (The ho, she love me), for real
Yeah, yeah, yeah (The ho, she love me, what?)
Don’t give a fu*k about me, get your stuff like (The ho, she love me)
Yeah, yeah, for my granny (Rub-a-dub, she love me, go crazy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, shake it)
Yeah, yeah (Shake it like your mama, baby)
Yeah, what? Yeah, yeah, yeah