Lyrics:

(Bagg up) Bounce, bounce, bounce then (Bagg up) [repeat 2] Straight playa baby 2 rides outside wit that old G-glide I'm high but it's all gravy. Snake skins, no Timberland boots, get loot, I'll shoot If ya try to play me. get clout when I'm out, money what I'm all about In a world that's so shady. peak this, streakness, never had a weakness, speak this I do this daily. Follow my whole set Bottles of mo' wet, bet Until they lay me 6 feet under dirt I'm the one wit the word Got hits but they try to spray me. If I lack, keep strapped it's a rap, gimme dat You can roll wit me, yeah maybe. Hey the streets is mine Like mix tapes when that MC grind Don't play crazy. [chorus] (Bagg up) Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up Bounce, bounce then (Bagg up) My pockets all swole is that what yo mad fo'? Huh go on, then (Bagg up) See that Coupe wit the maroon rag up What? Huh? Then (Bagg up) Tell ya money hungry tricks that always nag us, bagg up Everybody talkin' cuz they say I'm on a roll Touch was mine, you gon' end up gettin' mowed. Ladies they love me like they just found a pot of gold Jackpot, I'm scorin' big around the globe. You could be hot, I'm what you not and that's cold. Sick, baby say she never drove a stick Until she was on top of me, backseat of the 6. It's, goin' down 'round these parts Nobody liked me 'til I got the deal so don't start. Is it different? Is it dope? I don't know what you yappin' about It's way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin' about. Just Chingy baby. [chorus] How many MC's must g