Lyrics Bounce That by Yo Gotti

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

Bitch, I got a pocket full of hundreds, I don't do cards
Yard full of foreigns, we don't rent cars
Ass lookin' fat, she been to 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 on her page, but I don't follow her (likes)
DM that bitch, fuck tomorrow (flights)
Pussy good, she gon' be a problem (sike)
I got the bag and the dope dick
She got a tongue ring and the glowstick
Bounce that shit, make it drip (drip)
Make a nigga send that 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? Yea

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 your 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 mama to Bahamas
Fuck her once and told her lose the number
You ain't Nobu type, you benihanas (bitch you fried rice)
You don't get a Benz, you get a Honda
Your ex wasn't gettin a pack, he was a runner
Bitch since I was 16, I had the top dropped every summer
Yea, I had a hundred and 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's Gunna song'"
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' that's my auntie nem
They only dated dope boys, why I'm one of them
My role models gangstas' guess it's safe to say
I ain't knockin' tricks, but I ain't the one to pay
Safe sex, no checks, thats 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 your 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
Bounce that, bounce that, bounce-bounce that shit
B-b-bounce that, bounce that, bounce-bounce that shit
B-b-bounce, b-b-bounce, b-b-bounce
B-b-bounce that, bounce that, bounce-bounce that shit
Bounce it, bounce it, bounce it, bounce it, b-bounce it
Bounce it, bounce it, b-bounce it, b-b-bounce it
Bounce it, bounce it, bounce it, bounce it, bounce it