Tempo has reached critical level
Tempo has reached critical level
Huh
Bounce
Ooh I like you
Bounce
C'mere girl c'mere girl c'mere girl bounce
C'mere girl c'mere girl c'mere girl bounce
C'mere girl c'mere girl c'mere girl bounce
C'mere girl c'mere girl let me talk to you
Let me see them big tittie
Don't act saddity you ain't pretty
Break bread if you wanna get wit' me
All I wanna do is dig off in them kidneys
Tell ya boyfriend he better mind his business
'Fore he end up in the trunk of my Bentley
I am still a boss he can't hit me
He ain't got enough paper to deal wit' me
Baby girl wanna two step wit' me
Turn around rub ya ass up against me
Whoa lil' mama done got tipsy
And then tonight tomorrow you're history
All you haters wit' that hoe sh*t miss me
I stay strapped security don't frisk me
Set it off 'til this muthafu*ka empty
I turn around do the same sh*t next week
Come on
Bounce （Like yo' ass had the hiccups）
Bounce （Like we was ridin' in my pick-up）
Bounce （Why you lookin' so sad baby girl you need to cheer up）
Bounce （I got the remedy it's you on me and me on you
And you on me and me on you and you on her
Then her on me and her on you and y'all on me
Then me on y'all and y'all on me
Menage a trois menage a tr-uh-uh）
OOH There she go
Just what the Doc's been lookin' fo'
She just what I need
Black and Chinese like Sum Yung Ho
I got a bungalow
We can diappear for a week or so （Yeah）
I got a steady young flow
Super bowl wit' it like I'm Dungy yo （Oh）
Yes congratulations you won a millionaire invitation
Sorry I'm so demandin'
But save the dancin' for back at the mansion and
Ain't this money handsome
Ain't that a panty anthem
I kill me just like you from the back you'll see
Bounce （Like yo' ass had the hiccups）
Bounce （Like we was ridin' in my pick-up）
Bounce （Why you lookin' so sad baby girl you need to cheer up）
Bounce （I got the remedy it's you on me and me on you
And you on me and me on you and you on her
Then her on me and her on you and y'all on me
Then me on y'all and y'all on me
Menage a trois menage a tr-uh-uh）
Hold up Hell naw Like Britney Spears I wear no draws
In the club I drink it up gulp gulp drink it up
Got Patron sippin' in my cup that's ya man I bet I can make him look
When he see the jugs he wanna rush and get a quick touch of the big ol' butt
Mmhmm big ol' butt thick legs big ol' jugs legs stick like rims on the truck
Take him to the crib yep we gon' fu*k
You can call me a freak I like to get buck
I don't have to do much to make you get it up
Some young hoe she worth two dollars
I'm worth more dollars that make a beauty parlors
I pop collars c-c-c-collars I don't buy shots I only buy the bottles
Only rich girls we only buy the bottles
And like a porn star I'm best when I swallow
Bounce （Like yo' ass had the hiccups）
Bounce （Like we was ridin' in my pick-up）
Bounce （Why you lookin' so sad baby girl you need to cheer up）
Bounce （I got the remedy it's you on me and me on you
And you on me and me on you and you on her
Then her on me and her on you and y'all on me
Then me on y'all and y'all on me
Menage a trois menage a tr-uh-uh）