Bounce, Bitch

One two three four Five six seven eight Bounce bitch Can you bounce bitch? Can you bounce bitch? Can you bounce can you bounce Can you bounce bitch? Can you bounce bitch? Can you bounce bitch? Can you bounce can you bounce that ass A to the D's B to the C's What that mean? Bitch I've been him since the BC's Got the red flags stuffed in my jeans And I'm sneaking right past the security I ain't never missed I'm like TDE We live from the city of BD's and GD's I got that shit on so I gotta say cheese 500K or dinner with Jay-Z Sugar free no sugar coat I got a passion if you know you know Let me stop Then go I got the I got the motherfuckin' juice Is the hotel vacant I need me a room To invite your bitch over and boom boom boom boom Got the hoe butt naked as a prop when I'm in the booth I gotta jump in it feel like I'm British Innit innit innit innit? Is you fuckin' with it? Who you know could pull off a song for seven minutes? On Seasons I did it Never went cold bitch I always been hot And I always been bold Scannin' for 5-0 why she suckin' on me like Lipo Just in case I gotta duck like a typo In the desert I'ma rock me a raincoat Motherfuckers thinkin' they can pay me breadcrumbs no Panko Bitch I say no to the 9-to-5 payroll 'Cause I ain't finna work for a building slave-owned Momma always had the 2-liter of Cotton Candy Faygo I just heard your new snippet it was big ass no J-Lo Oh you listen to him but not me? Maybe I should be a copy okay bro