TeeCee4800 - Bounce That lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Spit, this is [Verse 1: RJ R. motherf** a b**h Blame mustard if you mad a n***a rich See I'm an a**hole Got hundreds with me like a block crip Don't talk to me if you ain't got sh** Get knots thick and we can politic And girl f** the n***a that you came with Cause really he a b**h in every language Young n***a ballin' no D1 You ain't hoeing you gone be one, RJ! [Verse 2: Royce The Choice] Look, got him texting her he need something She in this threesome, call around three something Please come show it late night like a re-run 3 Blunts 2 black ants and a Seagram (Drank It) copped a private like it stole your baby Race? Ain't no discrimination b**h my favorite color: naked, cold as pavement out in Anchorage I'mma cast a silver blanket We ain't f**ing I won't even make a statement b**h you know where to take it [Hook: Royce The Choice] To the ground type sh** I just wanna see it in your mouth right quick Slim chance I need a wife with my account that thick How much money you going up for a house that sick I go "b**h, bounce that sh**. Shake it til the DJ announce that sh**" I go "b**h, bounce that sh**. Shake it til the DJ announce that sh**" [Verse 2: Skeme] Look Lil b**h tell me how that taste Never hit without a rubber mama that ain't safe, aye Real n***a baby ain't sh** fake I don't know about them other n***as We bout cake, wait Money long but I still run through it I'm a Inglewood n***a, b**h you know how we do it Bout cheese, guap, yaper, skrilla Call me: "Skeme" call me: "Crooked" or "The Bad b**h k**a" huh [Verse 3: Casey Veggies] Yeah Girl you a intern, know you with the business A ho, a housewife Tell me whats the difference She never seen a young n***a make a living Riding whips that her daddy ain't getting Yeah, if we don't grind we don't eat though Them girls love me from the valley down to Pico If she bout it she gone let a n***a see something If she s** it then I might have to eat something [Hook] [Verse 4: TC4800] Aye uh I got hoes in my catalog Town n***a bang to the yankee call Uh, "cash out" them my favorite words Pull up on a b**h I don't say a word I hit the mall then my n***as splurge Ride up on yo b**h she got a lot of curves Hit the purp, hit the purp n***a She got big doors, she go to work n***a [Verse 5: Reem Riches] Wabitty wabitty drop drop it like it's hot Then take it to the top, and make the p**y pop It's young Reem You know I got a thing for thick b**hes You know i got a thing for big knots, my name "Riches" Drop it low, then shake it like a seizure I hit it, next day catch amnesia Balling, young n***a movement Got ya b**h choosing Bouncing all stupid, like [Hook x2]