(If I could fit the whole hood in the club) Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back (I turn it into a strip-club) Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce bounce that ass (If I could fit the hole world in the club) Tell the DJ to bang my

Take you to the mall and get you a new outfit She rode it like a soldier I say bounce bounce that shit like woah Yeah, bounce bounce that shit like woah This is not a fairytale, I already know how you like it Girl that that's just some child's play Bounce Bounce that shit like,

Get your walk on, get your head tight I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead right Get your bounce bounce on, back dat ass up Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up (Yeah) I can drink a whole Henessey fifth Some call that that a problem but I call it a gift

Bounce Bounce to that that Trina Moe Niggas about to blow Bouncin straight out the door

If you don't come we'll never know You stand off in the back You jump onto the bus And ride around with all of us And light it up 'til we burn it down Crowds that that scream at superstars Where bouncers show their battle scars I've been the first to sign on

Tequila, great big buzz in a little bitty glass One shot, two shot, three, Tequila floor Cowboy bouncers 'bout to bowl me out the door Jose got me stumblin', mumblin' like a fool That That worms got a kick like a Tennessee mule Wake up in the mornin', hurtin'

Baby I'm freaky! Freaky? Oye Loca! Ven pa'ca! Come here! Si tu quiere' que te coma toda Hah, Hah, let's go! Muevelo, muevelo sin parar! Let's Go! Como! Abre las pierna', why dale Toma! I'ma make that that thang bounce!

Mo bounce bounce in the motherfuckin' house Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce bounce When that that shit goes down, the block get loud In your backyard bumpin' while we blazin' out Make it bounce bounce in the motherfuckin' house Bounce, b-bounce, bounce, b-bounce bounce Bounce Bounce in the

I am the gunner (the gunner, the gunner) Ayy, my walk is so cocky the bouncers don't even stop me Ain't no pat down, no ID They know me, that shit obvi Bitch I pack out the lobby just from fans tryna find me I got daughters and mothers tryna fuck with

Don't stop, pop that that, don't stop Pop that that pop that that pop that that (What ya twerkin’ wit'?) Pop that that pop that that pop that that Drop that that pussy bitch Work, work, work, work, bounce bounce Work, work, work, work, bounce (What ya twerkin’ wit'?) (Don't stop, pop that that, don't