Bounce It

[Intro: Juicy J] Yeah, yeah, we gon' stay trippy for life, mane Yeah, I'm 'bout to take yo' girl (bounce it) Check it [Hook: Trey Songz & Juicy J] Bounce it, bounce it, bounce it, bounce it I’m about to throw a couple thousand Bounce it, bounce it, bounce it, bounce it I’m about to throw a couple thousand Ones, fives, tens, twenties Work your way up to them big face hundreds, just bounce it Bounce it, bounce it, bounce it, bounce it I’m about to throw a couple thousand [Verse 1: Juicy J] I love the way she slow dance, she make me throw more bands Grabbing ass with both hands, she in love with the dope man She wanna be my main chick, I was thinking different Clap that ass, light our blunt, baby, let’s get ig'nant She’s strips for the Gs, rake cash like leaves She got double Ds, and ain’t shit free Came with my goons but I’m leaving with a diva With an ass like Serena and a face like Aaliyah Redbone in some red bottoms She ain’t finished college, she a head doctor Bouncing ass while I’m getting high as propellers on a helicopter Let’s do it again, me, you and your friend We don’t even need a room, give me head up in my Benz Where my double cup, time to pour it up Got a bitch so bad you can’t afford to fuck Bounce it [Hook] [Verse 2: Wale] (Wale though, le'go) Hands is on her you know what Cause bandz a make her you know what And I can make a girl break fast My pants be on that too much lust And I’m ’bout whatever baby, take a photo, I’m looking good And these breezies are so beneath you, understand you’re misunderstood Premium leather goods, we pay whatever for it Over these pussy niggas, only under influence Throw a block up then I back out, like that Roll a pack out, took a light hit, might nap Got a thick bitch with a trip stick I’ma smack And a bucket but we nothing but tatted Bald-headed scallywags, real niggas salute me Catch me at that Memphis game, seats saved by Rudy Or Marc Gasol, or Selby do, that’s plenty dough That’s Juicy J, Folarin, got it then get me those Ralph! [Hook] [Verse 3: Juicy J] Turn up Juicy be trippy and paid up like Diddy Toss up that cash and she show me her kitty Got some white girl and a white girl Do a Montana line off of her titty Ain’t trying to fuck, I just found a replacement Feeling so global, I think I need Asian Ratchet on deck and they know I’m gon’ stunt I’m trying to get head while smoking a blunt Take her to my hotel, beat the pussy up I don’t know her name, but I wanna fuck Along came Molly, then came Doobie Then codeine in a Styrofoam cup See me in the club, bands pop, they popping Do it real good, might take you shopping All these racks can’t fit in my pocket Keep that stack, hundred K in the stocking Then it’s back to my room, she come out her dress Slob on my knob, think you know the rest I don’t buy these broads Nike, but I keep these girls in check Working for that money, bitch, you gon’ have to break a sweat Bounce it [Hook] [Outro: Trey Songz] I’m about to throw a couple thousand I’m about to throw a couple thousand