Q.B. - Bounce

Baby do your dance
Lemme see what you about
Ima throw some paper
You gon make it bounce
Im high as you can count
The way its poking out
Ima make you cum
Then i gotta bounce
Baby make it bounce
I like the way it bounce
Baby make it bounce
I like the way it

Baby make it bounce
We could roll a ounce
You already know im the 1 who counts
Im your favorite candy
I be in your mouth
That accent from the city
That ass from the south
Jersey in the building
Bitch we standing out
Fuck a bird and her friend
Bitch im branching out
If money involved
Shit cant wait til later
Woke up with a baaaag
Thanks to the creator
My haters dying broke
I get the money second nature
Thats why these women throw They cake at me like a baker

Baby do your dance
Lemme see what you about
Ima throw some paper
You gon make it bounce
Im high as you can count
The way its poking out
Ima make you cum
Then i gotta bounce
Baby make it bounce
I like the way it bounce
Babt make it bounce
I like the way it

Jersey in this bitch
My haters know wassup
If shorty a dancer
Ima throw some bucks
I know that she vegan
She still ate me up
I think she got a man
I still dont give a fuck
Nothing clear in my cup
Gone off the Remy
Nigga try and touch me
Hell be gone off the semi
All that cappin
You niggas need a Emmy
When it come to hits
Im the shit i got too many
Yesterday i met a ten
She still wont get a penny
Account used to bounce
Now they know im having plenty

Baby do your dance
Lemme see what you about
Ima throw some paper
You gon make it bounce
Im high as you can count
The way its poking out
Ima make you cum
Then i gotta bounce
Baby make it bounce
I like the way it bounce
Babt make it bounce
I like the way it

Written by:
Shirquita Sharrock

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