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Bounce, come on, bounce

Bounce, come on, bounce

Bounce, come on, bounce

Bounce, come on, bounce

Have you ever seen five bad bitches at your door? (Door)

All black masks like a fuckin' luchador ('Dor)

Bitch, I'm still up for whoever keepin' score

Tell 'em run it, tell 'em run it till their legs get sore (Get sore)

Covered in Givenchy, smellin' like a bando

Say my pussy magic, he call my shit Orlando

My baby think I'm Costco, he just want a sample

Put him on his knees and gave him more than he could handlе

Say you gonna run up on who? I need proof (Proof)

These bitches pussiеs, their mouths are too loose

Still know some neighbourhood boys who can shoot

I can put it on your head and they can put you on the news (Woo-woo)

Pussy so wet, he need an anchor (Woo-woo)

Where that bitch talkin' shit? I wanna thank her (Woo-woo)

'Cause even though I don't fuck with you hoes

All the hatin' kept my eyes on the money like a banker (Woo-woo)

Come, baby, come, baby, money make me come

Come, baby, come, baby, money make her come

Keep my name out your mouth if you can't give me some

Keep her name out your mouth if you can't give her some

Come, baby, come, baby, can you make me come?

Come, baby, come, baby, I can make you come

Can you hit it till I feel it in my tummy-tum-tum?

I can hit it till you feel it in your tummy-tum-tum

Ayy, big boss, lil' shit, can't touch her (Hey)

Money make me climax, no Usher

Private jet when I fly state to state (Phew)

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