Bounce Back versuri

Bounce Back lyrics by Baby Money

Intro
(BamOnDaBeat)
Nigga, I done fell off, got back, lost bags, copped sacks
Stayed down, got racks
(If you ain’t got a beat from Bam, you don’t drop enough)

Chorus
Nigga, I done fell off, got back, lost bags, copped sacks
Stayed down, got racks, the bag gone, I’m drivin’ back
We almost at a half a million, nigga, copy that
One hundred, two hundred, three hundred, four
Nigga, this money got me losin’ my mind, I can’t sleep
These hundreds got me stuck on my grind, I can’t eat
Bitch, I’m the plug, you ain’t coppin’ a dime, we can’t meet
I’m talkin’ one million, two million, three million, four

Verse 1
He the man in TSA, he walked through clean with his duffel
It ain’t nothin’, I’ma give that bitch Celine if she fuck me
Fell off, bounced back, that’s on mе, it was trouble
Been on my that plane and that bus, I nevеr seen niggas hustle
I really seen niggas double, they was tryna get a ki’
They was runnin’ up they bag, tellin’ me to follow lead
Took my own way, started coppin’ big, they askin’, „Who is he?”
Doin’ six hundred a zip, that’s ninety-six every P
I’m coppin’ seven every week, four za and three cheap
One watch and two links, I wanna cop the three G
Every day, it’s new sneaks, bringin’ out all of my cheese
Then the police pulled me over and I lost everything
Shit was stupid

Chorus
Nigga, I done fell off, got back, lost bags, copped sacks
Stayed down, got racks, the bag gone, I’m drivin’ back
We almost at a half a million, nigga, copy that
One hundred, two hundred, three hundred, four
Nigga, this money got me losin’ my mind, I can’t sleep
These hundreds got me stuck on my grind, I can’t eat
Bitch, I’m the plug, you ain’t coppin’ a dime, we can’t meet
I’m talkin’ one million, two million, three million, four

Verse 2
At this point, I’m the man, ain’t even gotta move my hand
The truck came, them bitches land, this nigga copped the whole van
They was pickin’ up the dirt, I had my feet inside the sand
They was pullin’ up a hearse, I was jumpin’ in a Lamb’
Paid in full, I’m like Cam, ‘bout to fuck this bitch on cam
Bust a nut, grab my pants, then kick her out like Pam
If they catch me up right now, who gon’ get me out that jam?
That’s why I serve on different blocks, stickin’ to the same plan
Here go one box goin’ for ten thou’, bro, who want it?
Dropped a three-box full of all za for a hundred
I can get you all cooked, that’s a monster, that’s on Crumble
Stack my cheese up by the hundred thousand, but I’m hungry

Chorus
Nigga, I done fell off, got back, lost bags, copped sacks
Stayed down, got racks, the bag gone, I’m drivin’ back
We almost at a half a million, nigga, copy that
One hundred, two hundred, three hundred, four
Nigga, this money got me losin’ my mind, I can’t sleep
These hundreds got me stuck on my grind, I can’t eat
Bitch, I’m the plug, you ain’t coppin’ a dime, we can’t meet
I’m talkin’ one million, two million, three million, four