[Chorus: Juvenile]
  I'm about to bounce back bounce then bounce back
  I'm about to bounce back bounce then bounce back
  Bounce back bounce back then bounce back
  I'm about to bounce back bounce then bounce back
  Bounce back bounce back then bounce back
  I'm about to bounce back bounce then bounce back
  Bounce back bounce back then bounce back
  I'm about bounce back bounce then bounce back
  
  [Verse 1: Juvenile]
  You ever had horns on your fingers from squeezing the mack to much
  Nigga be rhyming the dice game and the wack do up
  Tripping stolen strip cars for a living
  Stayed away from home when ever they was bitchin
  We used to rush the customers for sales when they pull up in cars
  Untill undercovers started putting us behind bars
  Menace to society is all we watch
  In the back seat straped with the throw away glocks
  I got some partners in the business never seeing the light
  Your people would gota cocking if your cheese be right
  You know i've be holding it down playa you a dog
  I'm a real nigga I ain't gonna stop accepting your phone call
  I'm a blow and toss a hoe for you, like I'm supposed to do
  I'm serious and focused to you, know I am over do
  The first nigga to park a rose royce in the bricks
  While I fly private jet out of town by a bitch
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Verse 2: Juvenile]
  Tryin to be here to see my seeds, when they have they seeds
  Long as I breathe ain't nothin in this world that they can't be
  Yeah I done fucked up, slipped and sniffed that coke
  Started tweakin and broke in them people house next do'
  Shot a nigga for smokin rocks on my mom back porch
  Damn near graduated and got on that dope
  My, work is an art, I am better than smart
  Homey I hustle with a strategy that's never been taught
  ..
  I got the money in the case, 45 in the waist
  Pitbulls in the yard so stay away from my gate
  Could you believe a nigga feelin like he still ain't ate?
  Huh, y'all don't understand you shoulda seen my plate
  Would love to give you some credit, but even you said it
  Be serious about your money and right now I'm tryin to get it
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Verse 3: Baby]
  I'm on a mission lil' daddy
  Put this pen on the caddy
  Nigga ridin threw the hood and we blowing on candy
  Stay g'd up from my head to my feet
  I was raised in the 3rd that's the heart of the streets
  Saw death and crime for the first same time
  Them rims don't shine just a vision of mine
  Put this shit back together cause I stay on the grind
  Nigga know I gets me I stunt all the time
  For the dead and the gone, the young and the grown
  O.G. mother fuckers who be getting it on
  Niggaz stunting and they shining bling blingin all the timin
  I hold my hood down for the shit that I'm driving
  Nigga thug to death, remember the projects
  Juve came back now you bitches upset
  Nigga know how we getting it cause we getting it on
  Keep it coming, keep it getting, bitch my money is long
  
  [Chorus]