DJ Mustard - Bounce That Lyrics

[Intro:]
Yeah
Spit this is
High!
Mustard on the beat, hoe

[Verse 1:]
Oh I love to f*ck a bitch
Blame Mustard if you met a nigga rich
See I'm a asshole, got hundreds with me like a block crib
Don't talk to me if you ain't got shit
Could you not stick with the politic?
And girl f*ck the nigga that you came with
'Cause really he a bitch in every language
Young nigga ballin OD one
You ain't hot, you gon beat one
Alright chop

Look, got em textin and he needs some
She in this threesome, call er round threesome
Please come show it, late night like a re-run
3 blunts, 2 black ants in the C grill
Drink it, cuff the private like it's throw you baby
Race ain't no discrimination, bitch my favorite color naked
Cold is fadement out on niggas, I'm a cross this so I'm blinkin
We ain't f*ckin, I won't even make a statement
Bitch you know where to take it

[Hook:]
To the ground type shit
I just wanna see it in yo mouth right quick
Some chance I need a wife and my account that thick
How much money you throwin up for a house that sick?
I go - bitch, bounce that shit
Shake it to the DJ and bounce that shit
I go - bitch, bounce that shit
Shake it to the DJ and bounce that shit
Let's go

[Verse 2:]
Lil bitch, tell me how that taste
Never here without a rubber, mama that ain't safe
Hey, real nigga, baby ain't shit fake
I don't know about them other niggas, we bout cake, wait
Money long but I still through it
I'm a Inglewood nigga, bitch you know how we do it
Bout cheese, gwap, yeaber, scrilla
Call me Skeme, call me quicker than a bad bitch killer

Girl you a intern, know you with the business
A hoe her house white, tell me what's the difference
She never seen a young nigga makin livin
Ridin whips fatter than he ain't getting
Yea, if we don't grind we don't eat though
Them girls love me from the valley down to pico
If she bad then she gon let a nigga see some
If she suck it then I might have to eat some

[Hook:]
To the ground type shit
I just wanna see it in yo mouth right quick
Some chance I need a wife and my account that thick
How much money you throwin up for a house that sick?
I go - bitch, bounce that shit
Shake it to the DJ and bounce that shit
I go - bitch, bounce that shit
Shake it to the DJ and bounce that shit
Let's go

[Verse 3:]
I got hoes in my catalogue
Town nigga bang to they heavy car
Uh cash out, they're my favorite words
Kill up on a bitch, I don't say a word
I hit the mall then my nigga splurge
Ride up on yo bitch, she got a lot of courage
Hit the purp, hit the purp nigga
She got big doors, she go to work nigga
Wobiddy wobiddy, drop drop it like it's hot
Then take it to the top and make that pussy pop
It's young green, you know I got a thing for thick bitches
You know I got a thing for big nuts, my name Richards
Drop it low then shake it like a seizure
I hit it, make er stay, catch amnesia
Ballin, young nigga movement
Got yo bitch choosin, bouncing all stupid
Like

[Hook: x2]
To the ground type shit
I just wanna see it in yo mouth right quick
Some chance I need a wife and my account that thick
How much money you throwin up for a house that sick?
I go - bitch, bounce that shit
Shake it to the DJ and bounce that shit
I go - bitch, bounce that shit
Shake it to the DJ and bounce that shit
Let's go