Yo Gotti - Bounce That Lyrics

Throw me up, Ivy
Ayy (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Look

Bitch, I got a pocket full of hunnids, I don't do cards
You know I pull up foreigns, we don't rent cars
Ass lookin' fake, she been the DR

Bounce that shit, now roll with it
Bounce that shit, touch your toes with it
Shake that shit, girl you're cold with it
Bounce that shit, touch the pole with it
Take your time with it
Take your time with it
Girl, you fine with it
Use your mind with it
Take your time with it
Take your time with it
Girl, you fine with it
Use your mind with it

I ain't givin' the bitch one dollar
Hit her from the back, make her holler
I don't want the bitch if she model
I don't want the bitch if she don't swallow
Told her everything Gucci but I'm Prada
All out on her pay, but I don't follow (lights)
Dm the bitch, fuck tomorrow (flights)
Pussy good, she gon' be a problem (sike)
I got the bag and the dough, bih'
She got a tongue ring and a glowstick
Bounce that shit, make it drip (drip)
Make a nigga send a hoe a check for a trip
You want Chanel? Oh well
You want lobster? I want the tail
Is you gon' write a nigga, if I go to jail?
Is you gon' fight a bitch about a nigga? Yeah

Bounce that shit, now roll with it
Bounce that shit, touch your toes with it
Shake that shit, girl you're cold with it
Bounce that shit, touch the pole with it
Take your time with it
Take your time with it
Girl, you fine with it
Use your mind with it
Take your time with it
Take your time with it
Girl, you fine with it
Use your mind with it

I took your baby momma to Bahamas
Fucked her once and told her lose the number
We ain't noble type, you been in huddles
You don't get a Benz you get a Honda
Your ex wasn't gettin a pack, he was a runner
Bitches, I was 16, I had to top dropped every summer
Yeah, I had a hundred, ask my momma
Nigga bought a brick and I might front him one
My homie down bad, you know I throw him somethin'
Niggas disrespectin' me, you know done him somethin'
She like "Gotti, you drip hard", I say, "That was Gunna or somethin'"
Bitch, I've been a millionaire since 21
Savage, whole hood ratchet
First hundred thou' under my grandmama mattress
I swear to god no cappin' ask my auntie 'nem
They only dated dope boys, I'm one of them
My role models gangsters guess it's safe to say
I ain't knockin' tricks, but I ain't the one to pay
Safe sex, no checks, that's my practice
Bitch, I'm in a whole 'nother bracket

Bounce that shit, now roll with it
Bounce that shit, touch your toes with it
Shake that shit, girl you're cold with it
Bounce that shit, touch the pole with it
Take your time with it
Take your time with it
Girl, you fine with it
Use your mind with it
Take your time with it
Take your time with it
Girl, you fine with it
Use your mind with it

(Uh oh, uh oh)
(Bend that ass over, and make that ass run)
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