[Intro]
Y-y-y-yeah

[Hook]
Bruh I see, girls everywhere
Titties, ass, hands in the air
It’s a party over here
Shake it for the man of the year
Uh ma-man of the year
Ma-man of the bounce

[Hook x2]

[Bridge]
Uuh, (uuh)
A-huh, (a-huh)
Bounce, bounce, bounce

[Verse 1]
Yeah, home of the party and the trees
Sunny la-land of the G's
Please let a n***a breathe
Tank top top down for the breeze
Burnt lips got a blunt full of weed
Peace, love, enemies
N***a I ain't come for the beef
You ain't know she came for the skeet?
Got pipe for the cheeks
N***a, I'm the life of the beat
Fuck that bitch, she ain't gotta eat
B-Bounce for the crown
You be hating and I still hold it down
When you round man the girls never lounge
Man I heard you a hound
Bruh man, that bitch need a pound
Tip tip tip, bounce out her gown
Hands high to the sound
Uh yeah I'm the rich n***a now
Bi-bitch, I'm the talk of the town
Make a bitch run her mouth
Go south for the border;
Pop pop pop, down to the floor
Bounce

[Bridge]

[Hook x3]

[Bridge x3]

[Verse 2]
Home of the slangin' on the curb
Weed card every corner sell herb
Watch you fly to a bird
N***a I could pitch you a curb
Let this real shit occur
Make mills from a verb
N***a cop a crib in the burbs
N***a you ain't said nothing but a word
Smoke something for ya nerve
Home of the paid on the first
Then n***a going broke by the third
Bounce for the crown
Fast forward getting real tell me now
Every dog need a cat to meow
Every once in a while
I see hands in the crowds
See whites, blacks blazing a pound, ju-jumping around
Tits, ass bump out her gown
B-b-b-bounce from the ground
High for the sound
This verse straight from the morgue
Pop Pop Pop down from the floor
Bounce

[Bridge]

[Hook x3]

[Bridge x3]