DJ Mustard - Bounce That [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Yeah
Spit, this is

[Verse 1: RJ
R. motherfuck a bitch
Blame mustard if you mad a nigga rich
See I'm an asshole
Got hundreds with me like a block crip
Don't talk to me if you ain't got shit
Get knots thick and we can politic
And girl fuck the nigga that you came with
Cause really he a bitch in every language
Young nigga ballin' no D1
You ain't hoeing you gone be one, RJ!

[Verse 2: Royce The Choice]
Look, got him texting her he need something
She in this threesome, call around three something
Please come show it late night like a re-run
3 Blunts 2 black ants and a Seagram
(Drank It) copped a private like it stole your baby
Race? Ain't no discrimination bitch my favorite color: naked, cold as pavement out in Anchorage I'mma cast a silver blanket
We ain't fucking I won't even make a statement
Bitch you know where to take it

[Hook: Royce The Choice]
To the ground type shit
I just wanna see it in your mouth right quick
Slim chance I need a wife with my account that thick
How much money you going up for a house that sick
I go "Bitch, bounce that shit. Shake it til the DJ announce that shit"
I go "Bitch, bounce that shit. Shake it til the DJ announce that shit"

[Verse 2: Skeme]
Look
Lil bitch tell me how that taste
Never hit without a rubber mama that ain't safe, aye
Real nigga baby ain't shit fake
I don't know about them other niggas
We bout cake, wait
Money long but I still run through it
I'm a Inglewood nigga, bitch you know how we do it
Bout cheese, guap, yaper, skrilla
Call me: "Skeme" call me: "Crooked" or "The Bad Bitch Killa" huh

[Verse 3: Casey Veggies]
Yeah
Girl you a intern, know you with the business
A ho, a housewife
Tell me whats the difference
She never seen a young nigga make a living
Riding whips that her daddy ain't getting
Yeah, if we don't grind we don't eat though
Them girls love me from the valley down to Pico
If she bout it she gone let a nigga see something
If she suck it then I might have to eat something

[Hook]

[Verse 4: TC4800]
Aye uh
I got hoes in my catalog
Town nigga bang to the yankee call
Uh, "cash out" them my favorite words
Pull up on a bitch I don't say a word
I hit the mall then my niggas splurge
Ride up on yo bitch she got a lot of curves
Hit the purp, hit the purp nigga
She got big doors, she go to work nigga

[Verse 5: Reem Riches]
Wabitty wabitty drop drop it like it's hot
Then take it to the top, and make the pussy pop
It's young Reem
You know I got a thing for thick bitches
You know i got a thing for big knots, my name "Riches"
Drop it low, then shake it like a seizure
I hit it, next day catch amnesia
Balling, young nigga movement
Got ya bitch choosing
Bouncing all stupid, like

[Hook x2]