Bounce

Uh Money in the bag, money in the bag, money in the bag, yeah Money in the bag, money in the bag, money in the bag, yeah Cracked and hazy, ain't no lie Go Patrick Swayze and ghost the ride She said, "Baby, you cold as ice" Bitch you crazy, I'm on fire Yeah, walking around like I'm in a movie Light a cigar but jump in the jacuzzi Squat the motel, fuck the motel Aluminum can down in a koozie Got a buzz now, lick the bug now, like I pulled a metal fork out of the plug Now drop the last bit of sense I had Got it medicated with the medical drugs now Red head, I went Opie Taylor Red hot like I won't be savored Cinnamon Creek Water, oh yeah-er Cover the bar tab, owe me later When I was younger, would go to keggers On the cover, pose for Fader Hip-hop, you know we neighbors Come on, you know me player C for the country, A for the 'Bama T for the tops on the Thunderbird Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce (oh-woah-oh) bounce (oh-oh, oh-oh) Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce (oh-woah-oh) bounce (oh-oh, oh-oh) Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce (oh-woah-oh) bounce (oh-oh, oh-oh) Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce (oh-woah-oh) bounce (oh-oh, oh-oh) Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce May throw the deuces but I still don't give a shit And all my lunatics still fuckin' gettin' it, yeah Pocket with a rag, pocket with a pocket with a rag, yeah Pocket with a rag, pocket with a pocket with a rag, yeah Feelin' Shady, feelin' sly You stuck to labels, I'm peelin' mine My folks are dirty, ain't no lie We throw the birdy, we let 'em fly Yeah, crank it up, I got people to go see Back up in the lab like I was in '03 Back up on the porch in a rocking chair With no Activis, a full cup of codeine Poppin' up with these copper bars I got enough trouble just throwin' down the old me Took a hit of that California bud I call that 51-50 then took the whole thing Like a shell toe with no strings Like an elbow with no grease Like an old rock with no ring But I'ma make that rock go bling I'ma make that cop go "Son" I'ma need that autograph please I'ma get that selfie and run And then the ticket reads C for the country, A for the 'Bama T for the tops on the Thunderbird Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce (oh-woah-oh) bounce (oh-oh, oh-oh) Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce (oh-woah-oh) bounce (oh-oh, oh-oh) Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce (oh-woah-oh) bounce (oh-oh, oh-oh) Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce (oh-woah-oh) bounce (oh-oh, oh-oh) Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce Bubba's got that bitch packed, Bubba's gettin' lit Bubba bought the bar, Bubba's fucking gettin' it Run around the grave, run around the grave, run around the grave, yeah Run around the grave, run around the grave, run around the grave, yeah Tombstone, yesterday is gone Still kickin', got my boots on Old Yeller, new bone Still bustin', Al Capone Yeah, rolled up in the Chevy like I stole it Livin' at the bar 'til the manager towed it Got jacked and I limped back like Otis New patch on the black jacket, sewed it (stripes) Got a quarter bag of that golden golden Hound dogs wanna take notice She's a slow poke with a show 'Til the blow get in the nose and then she goin' Goin' through the sunlight blowin', tokin' GoPro with the slow motion, soaking wet Looking like Hulk Hogan's oldest No holes in the bar, notice no kids Putting on a show for the whole clique So sick that I gotta take a pill for it Hold it, killer than you explode it Let a full clip out then I reload it, yo' it C for the country, A for the 'Bama T for the tops on the Thunderbird Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce (oh-woah-oh) bounce (oh-oh, oh-oh) Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce (oh-woah-oh) bounce (oh-oh, oh-oh) Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce (oh-woah-oh) bounce (oh-oh, oh-oh) Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce (oh-woah-oh) bounce (oh-oh, oh-oh) Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce