Bandingo YGNE & Intensify - Bouncin' 2.0 (feat. Laady J) Lyrics

Baby what you know is gonna matter when you grow and you're older
You gotta keep your head up
Ooh, any situation I'm a big factor (Big Factor)
Brought out the glock with the ruger, I'm a mismatcher
Ooh, baby squeeze that punani on me, okay
When I pull your hair, I'm goin' retarded on it, okay
Ooh, would make this bitch lean like some wokhardt (Like some wokhardt)
But that bitch ugly, she couldn't even get my cock hard (Yeah)
Hold that nigga down, he don't know how I found him (Huh?)
Ooh, Percocet 30 got me bouncin'
Big bankroll, I had to run this shit up baby (Had to run it up)
But I won't spend that dollar for your lunch baby
You want some of my money, bitch you gotta work for it
If your credit score good, baby you can twerk for it
Every time I see that boy, bitch I'm divin' in your shit (Huh?)
I don't give a f*ck if dummy with his momma or his bitch
Me and 13, like Batman and Robin in this bitch
Well if Batman and Robin rob niggas for they shit (Hahaha)
I got a question lil baby, can you dig it?
Have you ever came on a dick in every position
Spend a night with me baby, bet the stroke make it fidget
Know you wanna f*ck, listen to that voice, Jimmy Cricket
Slow it down, speed it up, I'ma blow her back out
Had to stop sippin' Hennessy, 'cause I'd black out
John Cena, put her in submission make her tap out
Cocky nigga, let my bitch walk around with her ass out (I don't give a f*ck)
Ooh, any situation I'm a big factor (I'm a big Factor)
Brought out the glock with the ruger, I'm a mismatcher
Ooh, baby squeeze that punani on me, okay
When I pull your hair, I'm goin' retarded on it, okay (Huh)
Ooh, would make this bitch lean like some wokhardt
But that bitch ugly, she couldn't even get my cock hard (Yeah)
Hold that nigga down, he don't know how I found him
Ooh, Percocet 30 got me bouncin' (Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)
Listen up, I'm the leader, I'm the top star
Hit it, tell you dirty little bitches, you are not hard (You are not hard)
I get money every day, I'm a block star (Aye)
Runnin' from the plug and tell that nigga I'm a rock star (Aye, aye, aye, aye)
Bitch I'm from the east coast (From the east coast), where the beef go (Aye)
Everybody makin' money, all my niggas need more
Rich bitch, I ain't got a dick, but she gon' deepthroat
All up in my business 'cause a nigga was a creeper (Damn)
Baby, can I ask you something? (Can I ask you something)
Where the money at? (Where the money at)
I ain't Ari, but I'm all about a money bag
Run up in your house and fill it up like I was pumpin' gas
And then I hit my lil dance, I do the runnin' man
Kick 'em to your party 'less I leave it like a hunnid grand (Yeah)
I make him play with this lil pussy with his money hand (Ooh)
Big knots, something you can't fit inside a rubber band
If we ain't f*cking to the bank, then I ain't comin' there (Uh, uh, uh)
Ooh, had to take this lil bitch to the pussy vet
That boy mad, he couldn't even get my pussy wet (Get my pussy wet)
And if that nigga is a dog, then I'm a pussy pet
Blow my back out, come over, make this pussy stretch
Ooh, 'bout to have that boy lean like some wokhardt
Give it to him good, put that nigga back on knockoff (Bitch)
Nothin' like Mulatto, but I knock a nigga socks off
Kitty on his face, get my guitar, I tell him, rock off (Bitch, hah)