YT -
Bounce Out
Bounce Out
Girl, gimme two secs then we'll bounce out and we'll go
Label just offered me five figures
Swear last week I was broke
And I sent a message to my old jawn last night
But I can't remember what I wrote
We drink to our accomplishments so every night it's a toast
Let's raise a glass up to the money, to the bag, to the bread
I thank God for giving me family, this swag and my friends
And I'm flying out this weekend so I'm packing again
I just made another rack
Oh, wait! I'm bragging again
Nah, really, I just made another
Glad I did it with my brothers
Man gone claim they really get it
But they won't put that on their mother
Mix the GAP with Undercover
Yeah, she bad but I don't love her
Shawty fine she's from the north
But is she badder than my southern?
I might book a flight out to Hawaii like McLovin
Jumper cost 220 like a pizza in the oven
Ha! Pre-heat at like 220 for 30
Like man just chat from keyboards
Like all they do is move QWERTY
Maggie Sprite in my hip flask how I made the boujee ting dirty
Christmas lunch on my boarding pass
I might book a quick flight to Turkey
Yeah, shawty want me
Shawty want me back but she don't deserve me
If I shoot my shot it's a green release I ain't early
Got one lightskin with an afro, like it curly
I got a leng one with an accent she's from 'Derby'
Ha! Wait! I mean Derby
Blonde girl Barbie
I've got Tai Lung on my khakis
I eat curry goat for every meal like every day was Carni
Pour this maggie in my Sprite and now my bottle look like Barney
I've spent so much time with Indian girls I probably speak punjabi
And all we know is chop life
We chop life like its karate
You didn't even have a motive if I wasn't at your party
Girl, gimme two secs then we'll bounce out and we'll go
Label just offered me five figures swear last week I was broke
And I sent a message to my old jawn last night
But I can't remember what I wrote
We drink to our accomplishments so every night it's a toast
Let's raise a glass up to the money, to the bag, to the bread
I thank God for giving me family, this swag and my friends
And I'm flying out this weekend so I'm packing again
I just made another rack
Oh, wait! I'm bragging again
(Let's raise a glass up to the money
To the bag, to the bag, to the bag
I thank God for, I thank God for giving me family, this swag, swag
I thank, I thank God for giving me family,
This swag and my friends...)
Label just offered me five figures
Swear last week I was broke
And I sent a message to my old jawn last night
But I can't remember what I wrote
We drink to our accomplishments so every night it's a toast
Let's raise a glass up to the money, to the bag, to the bread
I thank God for giving me family, this swag and my friends
And I'm flying out this weekend so I'm packing again
I just made another rack
Oh, wait! I'm bragging again
Nah, really, I just made another
Glad I did it with my brothers
Man gone claim they really get it
But they won't put that on their mother
Mix the GAP with Undercover
Yeah, she bad but I don't love her
Shawty fine she's from the north
But is she badder than my southern?
I might book a flight out to Hawaii like McLovin
Jumper cost 220 like a pizza in the oven
Ha! Pre-heat at like 220 for 30
Like man just chat from keyboards
Like all they do is move QWERTY
Maggie Sprite in my hip flask how I made the boujee ting dirty
Christmas lunch on my boarding pass
I might book a quick flight to Turkey
Yeah, shawty want me
Shawty want me back but she don't deserve me
If I shoot my shot it's a green release I ain't early
Got one lightskin with an afro, like it curly
I got a leng one with an accent she's from 'Derby'
Ha! Wait! I mean Derby
Blonde girl Barbie
I've got Tai Lung on my khakis
I eat curry goat for every meal like every day was Carni
Pour this maggie in my Sprite and now my bottle look like Barney
I've spent so much time with Indian girls I probably speak punjabi
And all we know is chop life
We chop life like its karate
You didn't even have a motive if I wasn't at your party
Girl, gimme two secs then we'll bounce out and we'll go
Label just offered me five figures swear last week I was broke
And I sent a message to my old jawn last night
But I can't remember what I wrote
We drink to our accomplishments so every night it's a toast
Let's raise a glass up to the money, to the bag, to the bread
I thank God for giving me family, this swag and my friends
And I'm flying out this weekend so I'm packing again
I just made another rack
Oh, wait! I'm bragging again
(Let's raise a glass up to the money
To the bag, to the bag, to the bag
I thank God for, I thank God for giving me family, this swag, swag
I thank, I thank God for giving me family,
This swag and my friends...)
Credits
Writer(s): Tola Alade
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