Bounce Back lyrics

[Intro]
(BamOnDaBeat)
n*gga, I done fell off, got back, lost bags, copped sacks
Stayed down, got racks
(If you ain't got a beat from Bam, you don't drop enough)

[Chorus]
n*gga, I done fell off, got back, lost bags, copped sacks
Stayed down, got racks, the bag gone, I'm drivin' back
We almost at a half a million, n*gga, copy that
One hundred, two hundred, three hundred, four
n*gga, this money got me losin' my mind, I can't sleep
These hundreds got me stuck on my grind, I can't eat
b*tch, I'm the plug, you ain't coppin' a dime, we can't meet
I'm talkin' one million, two million, three million, four

[Verse 1]
He the man in TSA, he walked through clean with his duffel
It ain't nothin', I'ma give that b*tch Celine if she f*ck me
Fell off, bounced back, that's on mе, it was trouble
Been on my that plane and that bus, I nevеr seen n*ggas hustle
I really seen n*ggas double, they was tryna get a ki'
They was runnin' up they bag, tellin' me to follow lead
Took my own way, started coppin' big, they askin', "Who is he?"
Doin' six hundred a zip, that's ninety-six every P
I'm coppin' seven every week, four za and three cheap
One watch and two links, I wanna cop the three G
Every day, it's new sneaks, bringin' out all of my cheese
Then the police pulled me over and I lost everything
sh*t was stupid
[Chorus]
n*gga, I done fell off, got back, lost bags, copped sacks
Stayed down, got racks, the bag gone, I'm drivin' back
We almost at a half a million, n*gga, copy that
One hundred, two hundred, three hundred, four
n*gga, this money got me losin' my mind, I can't sleep
These hundreds got me stuck on my grind, I can't eat
b*tch, I'm the plug, you ain't coppin' a dime, we can't meet
I'm talkin' one million, two million, three million, four

[Verse 2]
At this point, I'm the man, ain't even gotta move my hand
The truck came, them b*tches land, this n*gga copped the whole van
They was pickin' up the dirt, I had my feet inside the sand
They was pullin' up a hearse, I was jumpin' in a Lamb'
Paid in full, I'm like Cam, 'bout to f*ck this b*tch on cam
Bust a nut, grab my pants, then kick her out like Pam
If they catch me up right now, who gon' get me out that jam?
That's why I serve on different blocks, stickin' to the same plan
Here go one box goin' for ten thou', bro, who want it?
Dropped a three-box full of all za for a hundred
I can get you all cooked, that's a monster, that's on Crumble
Stack my cheese up by the hundred thousand, but I'm hungry

[Chorus]
n*gga, I done fell off, got back, lost bags, copped sacks
Stayed down, got racks, the bag gone, I'm drivin' back
We almost at a half a million, n*gga, copy that
One hundred, two hundred, three hundred, four
n*gga, this money got me losin' my mind, I can't sleep
These hundreds got me stuck on my grind, I can't eat
b*tch, I'm the plug, you ain't coppin' a dime, we can't meet
I'm talkin' one million, two million, three million, four