Bouncin' 2.0 (feat. Laady J)

Baby what you know is gonna matter when you grow and you're older You gotta keep your head up Ooh, any situation I'm a big factor (Big Factor) Brought out the glock with the ruger, I'm a mismatcher Ooh, baby squeeze that punani on me, okay When I pull your hair, I'm goin' retarded on it, okay Ooh, would make this bitch lean like some wokhardt (Like some wokhardt) But that bitch ugly, she couldn't even get my cock hard (Yeah) Hold that nigga down, he don't know how I found him (Huh?) Ooh, Percocet 30 got me bouncin' Big bankroll, I had to run this shit up baby (Had to run it up) But I won't spend that dollar for your lunch baby You want some of my money, bitch you gotta work for it If your credit score good, baby you can twerk for it Every time I see that boy, bitch I'm divin' in your shit (Huh?) I don't give a fuck if dummy with his momma or his bitch Me and 13, like Batman and Robin in this bitch Well if Batman and Robin rob niggas for they shit (Hahaha) I got a question lil baby, can you dig it? Have you ever came on a dick in every position Spend a night with me baby, bet the stroke make it fidget Know you wanna fuck, listen to that voice, Jimmy Cricket Slow it down, speed it up, I'ma blow her back out Had to stop sippin' Hennessy, 'cause I'd black out John Cena, put her in submission make her tap out Cocky nigga, let my bitch walk around with her ass out (I don't give a fuck) Ooh, any situation I'm a big factor (I'm a big Factor) Brought out the glock with the ruger, I'm a mismatcher Ooh, baby squeeze that punani on me, okay When I pull your hair, I'm goin' retarded on it, okay (Huh) Ooh, would make this bitch lean like some wokhardt But that bitch ugly, she couldn't even get my cock hard (Yeah) Hold that nigga down, he don't know how I found him Ooh, Percocet 30 got me bouncin' (Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye) Listen up, I'm the leader, I'm the top star Hit it, tell you dirty little bitches, you are not hard (You are not hard) I get money every day, I'm a block star (Aye) Runnin' from the plug and tell that nigga I'm a rock star (Aye, aye, aye, aye) Bitch I'm from the east coast (From the east coast), where the beef go (Aye) Everybody makin' money, all my niggas need more Rich bitch, I ain't got a dick, but she gon' deepthroat All up in my business 'cause a nigga was a creeper (Damn) Baby, can I ask you something? (Can I ask you something) Where the money at? (Where the money at) I ain't Ari, but I'm all about a money bag Run up in your house and fill it up like I was pumpin' gas And then I hit my lil dance, I do the runnin' man Kick 'em to your party 'less I leave it like a hunnid grand (Yeah) I make him play with this lil pussy with his money hand (Ooh) Big knots, something you can't fit inside a rubber band If we ain't fucking to the bank, then I ain't comin' there (Uh, uh, uh) Ooh, had to take this lil bitch to the pussy vet That boy mad, he couldn't even get my pussy wet (Get my pussy wet) And if that nigga is a dog, then I'm a pussy pet Blow my back out, come over, make this pussy stretch Ooh, 'bout to have that boy lean like some wokhardt Give it to him good, put that nigga back on knockoff (Bitch) Nothin' like Mulatto, but I knock a nigga socks off Kitty on his face, get my guitar, I tell him, rock off (Bitch, hah)