Bounce with me, baby, bounce with me  Roll the windows up baby, blow an ounce with me  We tight of the green and Hen  Get in the wind  Pick the chipped up flip up and call your friends  Lets do it till the police kick the doors in  Tell them niggaz get to steppin', let all the hoes in  Make room for this big body  In a big body, pimp caso, the life of a 'cardi  Brave, back as a spade  Teeth glistening, hard core, hittin'  EightBall the one they mentionin'  Hot South southern fried everybody wanna taste  Erase hate, and bring love to a dark place  Show my face, and get love when I'm recognized  G and me in the 5 gettin' high  Ball has got cheese  Showin' love with the thicky  Relax your mind and baby bounce with me    Chorus  You could cheef on a leaf in a jeep with me  Break it down, make it fat, fire it up with me  But you know what I really want you to do with me  Bounce with me, baby, bounce with me  You could sex on ex in the lex with me  Lick it up, lick it down, baby, work with me  But you know what I really want you to do with me  Bounce with me, baby, bounce with me    Get on a continental jet 7:30 in the A-M  A-T-L bound tryin' to escape the mayhem  Beeper off, at the Swiss with my mistress  Kissin' me, and lickin' me, actin' like she miss this  Playground just for her to play in the hay around  Fringe benefits, make her wanna stay around  Money makin' cats with gats who love hood rats  Thug players who make tracks, and bust raps  Confidentialy, we represent Tennesee  Gain control, puttin' soul in this industry  Bounce, baby, bounce  Shake the room up  Do it, keep it hyped  So we can blast off  High into the sky  Until the beat stops  But don't stop, till all the hoes clothes drop  Call big Ball Dr. Sticky, got the remedy  Throw your hands up and baby bounce with me    Chorus    Now I have been many places, seen so many things  Did what a lot of niggaz only see in they dreams  Hoes used to be like, uh, nigga you too big  Now they let me bust shots all over they wig  In the bed, on the floor, hot tub everyday  I know it be this way, cause I make a lot of pay  I smoke a lot of hay, tune up mentally  Gentally, grab a pen and kill the enemy  Dead, cause everything I said flip like work  Made a stack, bustin' raps, doin' concerts  hate to see a player doin' good, I know  Behind my back, talkin' shit like a little hoe  Little did you know, I got the people standin' up  Tucked away, in the cut, makin' platinum stuff  EightBall spittin' nothin' but poetry  Relax your ind, and baby, bounce with me    Chorus 2X