Bouncin’ 2.0 lyrics

[Chorus: Bandingo YGNE]
Ooh, any situation I'm a big factor (Big Factor)
Brought out the Glock with the Ruger, I'm a mismatcher
Ooh, baby squeeze that Punani on me, okay
When I pull your hair, I'm goin' retarded on it, okay
Ooh, wood make this b*tch lean like some wokhardt (Like some wokhardt)
But that b*tch ugly, she couldn't even get my c*ck hard (Yeah)
Hold that n*gga down, he don't know how I found him (Huh?)
Ooh, Percocet 30 got me bouncin'

[Verse 1: Bandingo YGNE]
Big bankroll, I had to run this sh*t up baby (Had to run it up)
But I won't spend that dollar for your lunch baby
You want some of my money, b*tch you gotta work for it
If your credit score good, baby you can twerk for it
Every time I see that boy, b*tch I'm divin' in your sh*t (Huh?)
I don't give a f*ck if dummy with his momma or his b*tch
Me and 13, like Batman and Robin in this b*tch
Well if Batman and Robin rob n*ggas for they sh*t (Hahaha)
I got a question lil baby, can you dig it?
Have you ever came on a di*k in every position
Spend a night with me baby, bet the stroke make it fidget
Know you wanna f*ck, listen to that voice, Jiminy Cricket
Slow it down, speed it up, I'ma blow her back out
Had to stop sippin' Hennessy, 'cause I'd black out
John Cena, put her wrist up, submission make her tap out
c*cky n*gga, let my b*tch walk around with her ass out (I don't give a f*ck)

[Chorus: Bandingo YGNE & Laady J]
Ooh, any situation I'm a big factor (I'm a big Factor)
Brought out the Glock with the Ruger, I'm a mismatcher
Ooh, baby squeeze that Punani on me, okay
When I pull your hair I'm goin' retarded on it, okay (Huh)
Ooh, wood make this b*tch lean like some wokhardt (Like some wokhardt)
But that b*tch ugly, she couldn't even get my c*ck hard (Yeah)
Hold that n*gga down, he don't know how I found him (Huh?)
Ooh, Percocet 30 got me bouncin' (Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)

[Verse 2: Laady J & Bandingo YGNE]
Listen up, I'm the leader, I'm the top star
Hit it, tell you dirty little b*tches, you are not hard (You are not hard)
I get money every day, I'm a block star (Aye)
Runnin' from the plug and tell that n*gga I'm a rock star (Aye, aye, aye, aye)
b*tch I'm from the east coast (From the east coast), where the beef go (Aye)
Everybody makin' money, all my n*ggas need more
Rich b*tch, I ain't got a di*k, but she gon' deepthroat
All up in my business 'cause a n*gga was a creeper (Damn)
Baby, can I ask you something? (Can I ask you something)
Where the money at? (Where the money at)
I ain't Ari, but I'm all about a money bag
Run up in your house and fill it up like I was pumpin' gas
And then I hit my lil dance, I do the runnin' man
Kick 'em to your party 'less I leave it like a hunnid grand (Yeah)
I make him play with this lil pus*y with his money hand (Ooh)
Big knots, something you can't fit inside a rubber band
If we ain't f*cking to the bank, then I ain't comin' there (Uh, uh, uh)
Ooh, had to take this lil b*tch to the pus*y fête
That boy mad, he couldn't even get my pus*y wet (Get my pus*y wet)
And if that n*gga is a dog, then I'm a pus*y pet
Blow my back out, come over, make this pus*y strut
Ooh, 'bout to have that boy lean like some wokhardt
Give it to him good, put that n*gga back on knockoff (b*tch)
Nothin' like Mulatto, but I knock a n*gga socks off
Kitty on his face, get my guitar, I tell him, rock off (b*tch, hah)