Tempo has reached critical level Bounce Bounce Come here girl come here girl come here girl Bounce Come here girl come here girl come here girl Bounce Come here girl come here girl Come here girl Bounce Come here girl come here girl b-girl b-girl Let me talk to ya Let me see them big tiddies I said diddy and I was riddin' Bring bread if you wanna get with me All I wanna do is dig up in them kidneys Tell your boyfriend he better mind his business Before he end up in the trunk of my Bentley I'ma send up a boss he can't get me He ain't got enough paper to deal with me Baby girl I want a two step with me Turn around and put the ass up against me Roll a mama that got ten cent Hit it tonight, tomorrow you in history All you haters with that whole shit miss me I stay scrapped security don't freeze me Send it off to this mothafucka empty I turn around do the same shit next week I just had the hiccups Bounce Like we was ridin' in my pickup Bounce Why you feel so sad baby girl you need to chill Bounce I got the real deal It's you on me Then you on you Then you on me Then me on you Then you on her Then her on me Then her on you Then y'all on me Then me on y'all Then y'all on me Menage a trois Menage a trois Ooh there she go Just what the doc's been looking for She just what I need Like a Chinese like some young ho I got a bungalow We can disappear for a week or so Yeah I got a stadium flow Superbowl with it like I'm thank you yo Oh yes Congratulations Wanted me getting that invitation Sorry I'm so demanding You can save the dancing from back at the mansion And ain't this money handsome Ain't that a panty anthem I kill me just like you from the back you'll see Like your ass had the hiccups Like we was riding in my pickup Why you think it's so sad baby girl you need to chill I got the real deal It's you on me Then you on you Then you on me Then me on you Then you on her Then her on me Then her on you Then y'all on me Then me on y'all Then y'all on me Menage a trois Menage a trois Hold up Hell no Like Britney Spears I wear no drawers In the club I drink it up Drink it up Got Patron sipping in my cup That's your man I bet I can make him love When he sees the jugs he wanna rush and get a quick touch of the big ol' butt Big ol' butt Thick legs Big ol' jugs Legs thick like ribs on a truck Take me to the crib yup we gon' fuck When you call me a freak I like to get fucked I don't have to do much to make you get it off Some young ho she worth two dollars Somewhere from all the dollars they making beauty parlors I pop collars c-c-c-collars Buy shots I only buy the bottles Only rich girls we only buy the bottles And like a porn star I'm best when I swallow Like your ass had the hiccups Like we was riding in my pickup Why you feel so sad baby girl you need to chill up I got the remedy It's you on me Then me on you Then you on me Then me on you Then you on her Then her on me Then her on you Then you on me Then me on you Then you on me When I say to her When I say to her Ha-ha-ha ha Ha-ha-ha ha When I say to her When I say to her When I say to her When I say to her When I say to her When I say to her When I say to her Boom Ha-ha-ha Ha-ha-ha Ha-ha-ha