[Chorus]
B-b-b-b-bounce, bounce, bounce
Said every time we hit the studio
I'm puttin' in that work and then we
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Now every time we let the music go
We gettin' people turnt and then we
Bounce, b-b-bounce, bounce
And when I make it, you gon' see the contracts
And what I'm worth and then we
Bounce, b-b-b-bounce, bounce
Yeah, we motherfucking bounce

[Verse 1]
Yeah
They say a false prophet, I call 'em crazy
Start to rap and they call me crazy
It's a new day and when the sun's up
I start working on it 'til it's automated
I just want them to feel it from the burbs to Compton, coughing
Made me conscious of a carbon copy
Sent me to the coffin, collect the call
If Colin want another offer double cross 'em
Well don't, shit could get dangerous
Few real, artists left they endangered us
I never had a Rolex or a chain with gold crest
So I guess I'm armed and chain-i-less
But a Jesus piece all dipped in ice
Will be the thing I hold when I show my vice
Oh nice, they say you better count your blessings
But all I do is I count 'em twice, woo
They bounce to the beat
Feel this shit, then get off your feet
Hit your dealer for an ounce of the tree
I'm D. Wade, I'm the '04 Heat
And we the first ones to the pre-game
Last ones for the party
Want city views on top of roofs
The whole skyline from my apartment where we
[Chorus]
B-b-b-b-bounce, bounce, bounce
Said every time we hit the studio
I'm puttin' in that work and then we
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Now every time we let the music go
We gettin' people turnt and then we
Bounce, b-b-bounce, bounce
And when I make it, you gon' see the contracts
And what I'm worth and then we
Bounce, b-b-b-bounce, bounce
Yeah, we motherfucking bounce

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah
Boy, live day and night like Kid Cudi
Man to move with no gravity
I need space that's NASA coming
Go blast off and it's hats off
Don't back off of your dreams
I won't back off of your bitch
Man, this music shit is my niche
So then I'll tip out in the zone six
And now that's ATL, we gon' rock the bells
Like LL in this bitch
We gon' raise hell in this bitch
Satan on the trail to get rich
And we alright and we okay
Living life that's every day
Make music in every way
Until the versatility feel the same
Smoke wood tip on pilot drive
Yeah, feel the buzz don't kill the vibe
I'm ridin' down I95
Til 5,0 gotta peep the ride
And we real to death, we don't spill the flesh
We gon' steal the crest and fulfill the testament
Uh, we go amp the scene
And like springs on the trampoline
Now everybody gon'
[Chorus]
B-b-b-b-bounce, bounce, bounce
Said every time we hit the studio
I'm puttin' in that work and then we
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Now every time we let the music go
We gettin' people turnt and then we
Bounce, b-b-bounce, bounce
And when I make it, you gon' see the contracts
And what I'm worth and then we
Bounce, b-b-b-bounce, bounce
Yeah, we motherfucking bounce

[Outro]
Yep, yep, yep, yep
Yeah we, yeah we
Bounce