(Tempo has reached critical level) (Tempo has reached critical level) Huh, bounce, oh, I like you, bounce C'mere, girl, c'mere, girl, c'mere, girl, bounce C'mere, girl, c'mere, girl, c'mere, girl, bounce C'mere, girl, c'mere, girl, c'mere, girl, bounce C'mere, girl, c'mere, girl; let me talk to you Let me see them big titties Don't act as if you ain't pretty Break bread if you wanna get wit' me All I wanna do is dig off in them kidneys Tell ya boyfriend he better mind his business 'Fore he end up in the trunk of my Bentley I am still a boss; he can't hit me He ain't got enough paper to deal wit' me Baby girl, wanna two step wit' me Turn around rub ya ass up against me? Whoa, lil' mama done got tipsy And then tonight, tomorrow you're history All you haters wit' that ho shit miss me I stay strapped, security don't frisk me Set it off till this muthafucka empty I turn around, do the same shit next week Come on Bounce (like yo' ass had the hiccups) Bounce (like we was ridin' in my pick-up) Bounce (Why you lookin' so sad? Baby girl, you need to cheer up) Bounce (I got the remedy: it's you on me, and me on you And you on me, and me on you, and you on her Then her on me, and her on you, and y'all on me Then me on y'all, and y'all on me Menage a trois, menage a tr-uh-uh) Oh! There she go, just what the Doc's been lookin' fo' She just what I need, black and Chinese like some young ho I got a bungalow; we can disappear for a week or so (yeah) I got a steady young flow, super bowl wit' it like I'm Dungy, yo (oh) Yes, congratulations You won a millionaire invitation Sorry I'm so demandin' But save the dancin' for back at the mansion, and Ain't this money handsome? Ain't, that a panty anthem? I kill me, just like you From the back you'll see Bounce (like yo' ass had the hiccups) Bounce (like we was ridin' in my pick-up) Bounce (Why you lookin' so sad? Baby girl, you need to cheer up) Bounce (I got the remedy: it's you on me, and me on you And you on me, and me on you, and you on her Then her on me, and her on you, and y'all on me Then me on y'all, and y'all on me Menage a trois, menage a tr-uh-uh) Hold up! Hell naw! Like Britney Spears, I wear no drawers In the club I drink it up, gulp, gulp, drink it up Got Patron sippin' in my cup That's ya man; I bet I can make him look When he see the jugs, he wanna rush and get a quick touch of the big ol' butt Mhm, big ol' butt, thick legs, big ol' jugs Legs stick like rims on the truck Take him to the crib; yep, we gon' fuck You can call me a freak; I like to get buck I don't have to do much to make you get it up Some young ho - she worth two dollars I'm worth more dollars than major beauty parlors I pop collars, c-c-c-collars I don't buy shots, I only buy the bottles Only rich girls - we only buy the bottles And, like a porn star, I'm best when I swallow Bounce (like yo' ass had the hiccups) Bounce (like we was ridin' in my pick-up) Bounce (Why you lookin' so sad? Baby girl, you need to cheer up) Bounce (I got the remedy: it's you on me, and me on you And you on me, and me on you, and you on her Then her on me, and her on you, and y'all on me Then me on y'all, and y'all on me Menage a trois, menage a tr-uh-uh)