cuban doll - bounce lyrics
cuban
it’s time to make the broke boys bounce
why you standing here if you ain’t f-ckin with the count?
aye, it’s time to make the broke boys bounce
why you standing here if you ain’t f-ckin with the count
now bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
[verse 1]
first things first
ya n-gg- on my skirt
if i don’t give him back, a couple b-tches gon be hurt
i just make it work
count them hundreds first
only money talk, homie i ain’t come to flirt (aye)
balenciaga stepping, this is not an effort
i can get some bands outta goofy
i ain’t gotta f-ck em
i see these hoes doing bad, i ain’t gotta press em
world cold i wouldn’t know in my designer sweater
got some gucci on these hoes, yea that snake holla
from a mile away i could spot a fake dolla
them lil dusty -ss hoes no we don’t follow
i got b-tches watching me a whole role model
barely in the club and it’s gold bottles
young b-tch ballin, shoulda been a f-ckin balla
all this fendi, chanel, and that old prada
got us slaying one time make these hoes holla
these broke b-tches in the club like ‘bro got us’
came out with a pocketbook and no dollas
not the squad we get bands on the regular
got my b-tches in the club we’ll ‘f-ck it up’
f-ck it up, f-ck it up, gimmie my check and stuff
young b-tch ballin, now turnin my music up
[chorus]
young b-tch poppin, money in my pocket
pull up to the bank, i’m bout to make a new deposit
ballin ain’t no option, b-tches barely got it
walk up in the party get it poppin like hydraulics
now bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
young b-tch poppin, money in my pocket
pull up to the bank, i’m bout to make a new deposit
ballin ain’t no option, b-tches barely got it
walk up in the party get it poppin like hydraulics
now bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
man you b-tches knew what the f-ck it was
imma keep talking my sh-t and you ain’t gon shut me up b-tch
yea, cuban doll, cuban savage
whatever the f-ck you wanna call me
you know who this is
[verse 2]
i see these hoes hatin, through my louis shades
i could cut your life short, this is not a game
i see what b-tches doing for some clout and fame
if you ain’t f-ck with me before then don’t shout my name
run up on me b-tch, better be an autograph
got my dad att-tude, don’t you make his daughter mad
223s, yea they all [?] you see all of them
once you get to coming at your purse
b-tches falling back
b-tches call em wack, thats a fact, i need all my racks
got my hair flowing to the back, b-tch i see your tracks
brace yourself, little girl you can’t f-ck with me
i know i’m pretty, but in a minute it get ugly
now run my money all hundreds, ain’t no ducking me
boss b-tch, i don’t tolerate no f-ckery
[chorus]
young b-tch poppin, money in my pocket
pull up to the bank, i’m bout to make a new deposit
ballin ain’t no option, b-tches barely got it
walk up in the party get it poppin like hydraulics
now bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
young b-tch poppin, money in my pocket
pull up to the bank, i’m bout to make a new deposit
ballin ain’t no option, b-tches barely got it
walk up in the party get it poppin like hydraulics
now bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
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