Bounce lyrics - Yelawolf

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 to pull a metaphorical 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, bounce

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce

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, bounce

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce

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, bounce

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce