[Intro]
Bounce, biggity bounce, biggity bounce, biggity bounce it
Bounce, biggity bounce, biggity bounce, biggity bounce it
Bounce it, biggity bounce, biggity bounce it

[Verse 1: Tokyo Jetz]
Ask my jeweler to flood my wrist, which one the boss? Well, I'm that bitch
Hang with shooters, they gon' step
From the field that boy like Steph
Took a chance bet on myself, if he talk crazy on the net
Twitter fingers ain't protected like a shower get 'em wet
No back and forth, I swear, I mean it
Tryna spazz, just need a reason
Hе gon' step, don't need no molly
He at church or at a party
No peacе if I want beef, change my number tryna squash it
Same whip just spinned your block, if you was smart, bitch, you'll watch it
Call Chi-Chi, it's a problem
Call him cleaner, he gon' mop it
That boy got butterfingers
When it's issues he gon' drop 'em
Beat a bitch up out her bags, greenlight 'em at the spot
Freaky bitches set 'em up, caught 'em lackin', gettin' top
Bitch eat that dick up, no mistake, don't need no hiccup
Probably need to watch my temper 'cause one call that boy gon' stick up
Know n***as dead broke, that'll leave you dead, bro
Give a fuck 'bout who you is, I put that on your dead folks, n***a
[Chorus: T.I.]
Okay, now ain't nobody playin', this some serious shit
Know my independent bad bitches feel this shit
Little girls ever wanna own businesses
Well, Tokyo finna tell you what the business is

[Post-Chorus: Tokyo Jetz]
First off fuck your bitch and the clique you claim
Ain't no conversation we don't mention names, ayy
We keep 'em comin' while we runnin' for your jewels
Steady gunnin', keep on bussin' at them fools, bitch you know the rules

[Verse 2: Tokyo Jetz]
I hate a pussy, I can see it in his face
Make 'em beg me just to eat it, on his knees he say his grace
Think it's sweet? They catch you with 'em, knock a bitch right out her lace
Talk shit and back it up, geeked squad, I MAC them up
I ain't worried 'bout no beef, bitch, I can walk through any spot
I'ma sign 'em if they tweakin', I'm just tryna make 'em pop
Hoes love throwin' subs, send a @ if you really with it
Name droppin' in them songs, we know you ain't really spinnin', get from' round
Bitch, you wear your Glock for dress up
See me like a ghost, tell that bitch to pick his head up
Had a baby in '19, 2020 ain't no let up
Call whoever bet against me, tell that n***a it's a set up
And fuck who ain't around, no regainin' my respect, hoe
Moved to the burbs still plugged in the ghetto
Real ass bitch get respected by the biggest
Heard she dropped the line, I ain't trippin', she ain't with, fuck n***a
[Chorus: T.I.]
Okay, now ain't nobody playin', this some serious shit
Know my independent bad bitches feel this shit
Little girls ever wanna own businesses
Well, Tokyo finna tell you what the business is

[Post-Chorus: Tokyo Jetz]
First off fuck your bitch and the clique you claim
Ain't no conversation we don't mention names, ayy
We keep 'em comin' while we runnin' for your jewels
Steady gunnin', keep on bussin' at them fools, bitch you know the rules

[Outro]
You gotta fuckin' feel this shit, boy
Bad boy
Make money, make money, make money