Nick Grant - Bouncin' lyrics

[Verse 1: Nick Grant] Uh... Somebody tell them n***as 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 n***a' Shooter do it himself Boy he Blair Witchin' Blood spillin' over beef I'm a rare n***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 n***a this hot Pen game dope, scribble 'til my wrist lock n***as ballin' thinkin' sh** is sweet Chris Bosh Boy, bouncin' You gotta catch those lines Tell a broke n***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... [Hook: Nick Grant] Hot damn... It ain't 'bout the money Boy, the sh** ain't in the plans Girl I got a bag on me Money dancin' And when you real n***a Everybody understand Hot damn n***a... I can make the money n***a... I can make the money n***a... With the top down Tell them other n***as They can't do what I can [Verse 2: Nick Grant] Food for the soul Real n***a' ingredient Never was a hater n***a' that sh** 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 n***a My biggest fear is that you treatin' me like theeese n***as' Got a P.H.D., and she like the weed lit up Ass fat, she don't waste much Like a cheap n***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** 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 n***as' cool out 'Fore they hear that booyah Party animal It's like when Meech brought the zoo out Bouncin' [Hook: Nick Grant] Hot damn... It ain't 'bout the money Boy, the sh** ain't in the plans Girl I got a bag on me Money dancin' And when you real n***a Everybody understand Hot damn n***a... I can make the money n***a... I can make the money n***a... With the top down Tell them other n***as They can't do what I can Hot damn... It ain't 'bout the money Boy, the sh** ain't in the plans Girl I got a bag on me Money dancin' And when you real n***a Everybody understand Hot damn n***a... I can make the money n***a... I can make the money n***a... With the top down Tell them other n***as They can't do what I can