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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Iggy Azalea
Iggy Azalea
Performer
Ivorian Doll
Ivorian Doll
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amethyst Kelly
Amethyst Kelly
Songwriter
Camara Alford
Camara Alford
Songwriter
Jens Christian Isaksen
Jens Christian Isaksen
Songwriter
Imani Lewis
Imani Lewis
Songwriter
Joseph T Gardner
Joseph T Gardner
Songwriter
Louis Ramon Sharpe
Louis Ramon Sharpe
Songwriter
Christopher Stewart
Christopher Stewart
Songwriter
Joey Pintauro
Joey Pintauro
Songwriter
Nana Afriye
Nana Afriye
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nana Afriyie
Nana Afriyie
Producer
C. Tricky Stewart
C. Tricky Stewart
Producer
JerkPoP
JerkPoP
Producer

Lyrics

Bounce, come on, bounce Bounce, come on, bounce Bounce, come on, bounce Bounce, come on, bounce Have you ever seen five bad bitches at your door? (Door) All black masks like a fuckin' luchador ('Dor) Bitch, I'm still up for whoever keepin' score Tell 'em run it, tell 'em run it till their legs get sore (Get sore) Covered in Givenchy, smellin' like a bando Say my pussy magic, he call my shit Orlando My baby think I'm Costco, he just want a sample Put him on his knees and gave him more than he could handlе Say you gonna run up on who? I need proof (Proof) These bitches pussiеs, their mouths are too loose Still know some neighbourhood boys who can shoot I can put it on your head and they can put you on the news (Woo-woo) Pussy so wet, he need an anchor (Woo-woo) Where that bitch talkin' shit? I wanna thank her (Woo-woo) 'Cause even though I don't fuck with you hoes All the hatin' kept my eyes on the money like a banker (Woo-woo) Come, baby, come, baby, money make me come Come, baby, come, baby, money make her come Keep my name out your mouth if you can't give me some Keep her name out your mouth if you can't give her some Come, baby, come, baby, can you make me come? Come, baby, come, baby, I can make you come Can you hit it till I feel it in my tummy-tum-tum? I can hit it till you feel it in your tummy-tum-tum Ayy, big boss, lil' shit, can't touch her (Hey) Money make me climax, no Usher Private jet when I fly state to state (Phew) Pussy in his mouth, that's a full course plate (Get it) Like, uh, bad bitch, too smooth (Ah, ah) Hatin' ass bitches wanna see me lose (Hater) See me outside, bitches tryna play cool (Wassup?) If I ever see your man, guarantee he gon' choose (Get him) When I walk in the room, straight pressure (Ah, ah) I got a bag, but your nigga gimme extra (Hand it here) Yeah, she cute, but he know Vette better (Yeah!) Too many hoes, so they call me Hugh Hefner (Ah) Any little thing I do, a bitch copy (What?) Face card good, I don't never bring a wallet (Yeah!) Every time we fuck, he love when I call him papi (Uh) Spent the bag just because, so, you know we got sloppy (*Slurp*) Come, baby, come, baby, money make me come Come, baby, come, baby, money make her come Keep my name out your mouth if you can't give me some Keep her name out your mouth if you can't give her some Come, baby, come, baby, can you make me come? Come, baby, come, baby, I can make you come Can you hit it till I feel it in my tummy-tum-tum? I can hit it till you feel it in your tummy-tum-tum Bust-bust down, bust down, part hair, laced by the bandit (Slay) Hoes so sick, yeah, I know they can't stand it (Nah) Sneak diss, but you know hoes won't back it up (Nah) How you the boss in the back? It ain't addin' up (Bitch) Go to work, when I twerk, make it clap-clap I make a nigga go crazy, get a Cash App (Ching) And if she really in the streets, tell her back chat (What?) I got some bi- that will make a hoe back-track I'm the doll that these hoes wanna play with (Woo) Thirsty for the clout, I see how bitches dehydrated (Yeah) They on the come up, and I already made it He put my-he put my ass in his face I tell him, "Taste it" Put this-put this pussy on a nigga, make him wanna snooze (Snooze) He wanna FaceTime me just for the view (View) If you got the-if you got the bag, then I might be amused (Ha-ha-ha) Introduce you to the twins, and they always come in twos (Two) Come, baby, come, baby, money make me come Come, baby, come, baby, money make her come Keep my name out your mouth if you can't give me some Keep her name out your mouth if you can't give her some Come, baby, come, baby, can you make me come? Come, baby, come, baby, I can make you come Can you hit it till I feel it in my tummy-tum-tum? I can hit it till you feel it in your tummy-tum-tum Bad bitches to the front Broke boys to the side If I tell that boy, "Jump" He better ask, "How high?" Bad bitches to the front Broke boys to the side And if I tell that boy, "Jump" (Jump, jump) He better ask, "How high?" (Woo) Come, baby, come, baby, money make me come Come, baby, come, baby, money make her come Keep my name out your mouth if you can't give me some Keep her name out your mouth if you can't give her some Come, baby, come, baby, can you make me come? Come, baby, come, baby, I can make you come Can you hit it till I feel it in my tummy-tum-tum? I can hit it till you feel it in your tummy-tum-tum
Writer(s): Christopher A. Stewart, Joseph T. Gardner, Louis Ramon Sharpe, Amethyst Amelia Kelly, Nana Afriyie, Camara Alford, Jens C. Isaksen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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