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Juicy J - Bounce It
Juicy J - Bounce It


Juicy J - Bounce It Lyrics and Youtube Music Videos

Album: Stay Trippy
Released: 2013

Bounce It Lyrics


Yeah, yeah
We gon' stay trippy for life man
Yeah, I'm 'bout to take your girl

Bounce It, bounce it
I'm about to throw a couple thousand
Bounce it, bounce it
I'm about to throw a couple thousand
Ones, fives, tens, twenties
Work your way up to the big face hundreds, just bounce
Bounce it, bounce it
I'm about to throw a couple thousand

I love the way she slow dance
She make me throw more bands
Grabbing ass with both hands
She in luv with the dope man
She wanna be my main chick
I was thinking different
Clap that ass, light that blunt
Baby, let's get ignant
She strips for the G's, break cash lightly
She got double Ds, and ain't shit free
Came with my goon but I'm leaving with a diva
With an ass like Serena and a face like Aaliyah
Redbone in some red bottoms
She ain't finished college, she a head doctor
Bouncing ass while I'm getting high
As propellers on a helicopter
Let's do it again, me, you and your friend
We don't even need a room, gimme head up in my Benz
Where my double cup, time to pour it up
Got a bitch so bad you can't afford to fuck

Bounce it, bounce it
I'm about to throw a couple thousand
Bounce it, bounce it
I'm about to throw a couple thousand
Ones, fives, tens, twenties
Work your way up to the big face hundreds, just bounce
Bounce it, bounce it
I'm about to throw a couple thousand

Hands is on her you know what
'Cause bands'll make her you know what
And I can make a girl break fast
My pants be on that too much lust
And I'm bout whatever baby
Take a photo, I'm looking good
And these breezes are so beneath you
Understand you're misunderstood
Premium leather goods, we pay whatever for it
All of these pussy niggas, only under influenced
Throw a block up then I back out, like that
Roll a pack out, took a light hit, might nap
Got a thick bitch with a trip stick I’ma smack
And a bucket but we nothing but pack
Bald-headed scallywag, real niggas salute me
Catch me at that Memphis game, seats saved by Rudy
Or Marc Gasol, or Selby do, that’s plenty dough
That’s Juicy J, Folarin, got it then get me those

Bounce it, bounce it
I'm about to throw a couple thousand
Bounce it, bounce it
I'm about to throw a couple thousand
Ones, fives, tens, twenties
Work your way up to the big face hundreds, just bounce
Bounce it, bounce it
I'm about to throw a couple thousand

Juicy be trippy and paid up like Diddy,
Toss up that cash and she show me her kitty
Got some white girl and a white girl
Do Montana line off of her titty
Ain’t tryna fuck, I just found a replacement
Feelin' so global, I think I need agent
Ratchet on deck and they know I’m gon’ stunt
I’m tryna get head while smoking a blunt
Take her to my hotel, beat the pussy up
I don’t know her name, but I wanna fuck
Along came Molly, then came Doobie
Then codeine in a styrofoam cup
See me in the club, bands pop, they poppin'
Do it real good, might take you shoppin'
All these racks can’t fit in my pocket
Keep that stack, hundred K in the stocking
Then it’s back to my room, she come out her dress
Slob on my knob, think you know the rest
I don’t buy these broads Nike
But I keep these girls in check
Working for that money
Bitch, you gon’ have to break a sweat
Bounce it sweat

Bounce it, bounce it
I'm about to throw a couple thousand
Bounce it, bounce it
I'm about to throw a couple thousand
Ones, fives, tens, twenties
Work your way up to the big face hundreds
Bounce it, bounce it
I'm about to throw a couple thousand
I'm about to throw a couple thousand

Writer/s: OLUBOWALE VICTOR AKINTIMEHIN, TREMAINE NEVERSON, LUKASZ GOTTWALD, JACOB KASHER HINDLIN, HENRY RUSSELL WALTER, ETHAN LOWERY, JORDAN HOUSTON
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Bounce It
  • This ode to strippers features a verse from Wale, whilst Trey Songz tells the girl on the hook to "bounce it" because he's about to throw her a couple of thousand.
  • The song was co-produced by Dr. Luke, who is also an executive producer on Stay Trippy. The hitmaker is best known for his work with such pop acts as Katy Perry, Rihanna and Britney Spears and also heads up Kemosabe Records. "I'm super lucky to be able to work with a talent like Juicy J," Dr. Luke said. "From Three 6 Mafia to winning an Oscar and coming back with one of the biggest songs of the year with 'Bandz A Make Her Dance,' Juicy has proven that's he's the real deal."
  • The video finds Juicy with beautiful women and piles of cash, and boasts a guest appearance from Wiz Khalifa as well as cameos from Trey Songz and Wale.

  • Juicy J - Stop It
    Juicy J - Stop It


    Juicy J - Stop It Lyrics and Youtube Music Videos

    Album: Stay Trippy
    Released: 2013

    Stop It Lyrics


    I'ma tell you broke niggas something
    Listen

    Make money, no vacation
    Pay cash don't make payments
    Getting high like I'm eighteen
    But I've been rich since the late eighties
    Backstage, naked ladies
    Poppin pills and swallowing babies
    Bad bitches ain't come to play
    She gon' give me head before I go on stage
    New car, a couple, a hundred
    Ain't nothin' I call it play money
    Bugatti, Ferrari, the Benz, the Bentley
    Juicy stay stuntin
    Street niggas, we packin them tools
    Play with it, make action news
    Put some money on your head, you worth a stack or two
    Real nigga I'm 100, I sip lean and I chase money
    Niggas out here savin hoes, niggas need to be savin money
    Made mine, can't take it from me
    Hit the club, I take your woman
    Take her home, get some head, wake up breakfast in bed
    Yeah nigga that's grits and eggs
    Rich bitch don't forget the bread
    Up and down that interstate
    I move weight, that's Jenny Craig
    I'ma fuck me a model, I'mma fuck me a model
    You only get to live one time, so I'mma fuck me a model

    I make money all day then I ball with the profits
    Niggas hate on me, I tell em hatin' niggas Stop It
    Go fuck with a bitch, get that becky then I'm gone
    Catch me on that loud pack, blowin on this strong

    I make money all day then I ball with the profits
    Niggas hate on me, I tell em hatin' niggas stop it
    Go fuck with a bitch, get that becky then I'm gone
    Catch me on that loud pack, blowin on this strong

    Straight out of north Memphis nigga
    20 years in
    Still rich and ain’t gon stop getting rich
    Told you niggas I ain’t gon' never gonna stop getting money
    Let’s get it

    Bitch you ain’t no killa
    And real niggas don’t talk
    Start shit in this club
    It’s going down in the parking lot
    Niggas get killed and then we ain’t shedding no tears
    Niggas can’t keep they mouth closed, judge give you them years
    Yo homie fuckin yo bitch
    And she ain't acceptin' your calls
    Them niggas ain't holding you down
    And you call them niggas yo dogs
    They really out here hatin so stay strapped up like a tank
    They got guns they got in movies
    Except they not shootin' blanks
    Pass straight in broad daylight
    They don’t care who lookin
    Young niggas got something to prove, niggas think he pushin
    Playin' round in my hood and they'll smoke you like a swisha
    We don’t play bout money and we don’t play with them pistols

    I make money all day then I ball with the profits
    Niggas hate on me, I tell em hatin' niggas stop it
    Go fuck with a bitch, get that becky then I'm gone
    Catch me on that loud pack, blowin on this strong

    I make money all day then I ball with the profits
    Niggas hate on me, I tell em hatin' niggas stop it
    Go fuck with a bitch, get that becky then I'm gone
    Catch me on that loud pack, blowin on this strong

    Writer/s: JORDAN HOUSTON, MICHAEL WILLIAMS, PIERRE RAMON SLAUGHTER
    Publisher: Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

    Stop It
  • Juicy opens his third album Stay Trippy with this bouncy cut where he lays down what he does and has done. Recorded primarily in hotel rooms while on the road, the record finds the former Three Six Rapper sharing some of his wisdom. "I'm talking about what took place in life from back in the day to what's going now," Juicy told Artist Direct . "I'm giving people knowledge about everything. 'Pay cash' and 'no vacation' are the first couple of lines on my album from 'Stop It.'"

  • Juicy J - One Thousand
    Juicy J - One Thousand


    Juicy J - One Thousand Lyrics and Youtube Music Videos

    Album: Stay Trippy
    Released: 2013

    One Thousand Lyrics


    One Thousand
  • This is a track from Stay Trippy, Juicy J's first solo album since distancing himself from Three 6 Mafia and signing to Wiz Khalifa's Taylor Gang Records. Wiz contributes to the bridge on this track, one of three appearances he makes on the record.
  • Juicy explained the song's meaning to Artist Direct: "It's telling you what it is," he said. "It's talking about chicks and how you manage your money. I'm giving some knowledge. If you listen to it, there's some knowledge in there."
  • The Recollect produced song features something Juicy J has never incorporated before - a Hip-Hop beat. Said the former Three Six Mafia rapper to Artist Direct : "From back in the day until now, I never really made a song with a hip-hop beat over it. I definitely wanted to do that. It's one of my favorite songs on the album because I haven't done it. People get to hear me rap over something different. I never did it so I was like, 'Yo, I like hip-hop.' I wish I could've done more on the album. I put one song on there."
  • The song samples the Toots and the Maytals song "Just Like That," which was the title track of the Jamaican Reggae group's 1980 album.

  • Juicy J - Talkin' Bou
    Juicy J - Talkin' Bout


    Juicy J - Talkin' Bout Lyrics and Youtube Music Videos

    Album: Stay Trippy
    Released: 2013

    Talkin' Bout Lyrics


    Swaggeroni
    Trippy niggas let's get ratchet

    I’m loadin' up and I’m ridin out, they talkin' shit but they hidin' out
    Real niggas know what I’m talkin' 'bout
    (I’m loadin' up and I’m ridin out, they talkin' shit but they hidin' out)
    (Real niggas know what I’m talkin' 'bout)

    I’m loadin' up and I’m ridin out, they talkin' shit but they hidin' out
    Real niggas know what I’m talkin' 'bout
    (I’m loadin' up and I’m ridin' out, they talkin' shit but they hidin' out)
    (Real niggas know what I’m talkin' 'bout)

    (Trippy, trippy, trippy, turn up)
    Rack after rack, I got the sack,
    Geeked up of beans, pack after pack (yeah ho)
    Stay with the nina' two cups and a zip,
    Juicy don't fight I just empty them clips (yeah ho)
    Blowing like cash, high off the gas,
    Pay 20 stacks and they run up and blast (yeah ho)
    Next time you’re see him this face on the shirt,
    Next time car he ride in, stretch limo hearse
    See why you niggas mad nigga, that to me you so cash nigga
    Stuffed in a Louie bag nigga, Juicy J be that nigga
    Big bag of that stank killer, codeine in my drink killer
    Mostly niggas be lyin' sayin' they is but ain’t killers
    Nigga wanna play with me, I’mma break him off
    Give my youngins, they'll do it, I’mma bring em out (get em)
    They gon' get on your ass then they flyin' takin' off (get em)
    Nigga we gon 'take a life before we take a loss

    I’m loadin' up and I’m ridin' out, they talkin' shit but they hidin' out
    Real niggas know what I’m talkin' 'bout
    (I’m loadin' up and I’m ridin' out, they talkin' shit but they hidin' out)
    (Real niggas know what I’m talkin' 'bout)

    I’m loadin' up and I’m ridin' out, they talkin' shit but they hidin' out
    Real niggas know what I’m talkin' 'bout
    (I’m loadin' up and I’m ridin' out, they talkin' shit but they hidin' out)
    (Real niggas know what I’m talkin' 'bout)

    My diamonds sing like Ray J homie, every day’s a payday
    Rollin up that KK, now it’s going down like mayday
    All my niggas be chilling, stacking money to the ceiling
    Used to smoking out the parking lot, now we owning a building oh
    Used to tell niggas I was gonna here but they ain’t really understand
    Now they see me in that brand new Rari and start to think I’m the man
    Now my jeans cost a grand, now my shows fill the stands
    Now they see that I’m ballin' 'cause of how they bring in them bands, ooh
    Now when niggas be tourin', now my money be foreign
    All my niggas be scorin', section very important
    I’m cakin up, you fakin' up, I’m rollin weed when I’m wakin' up
    Instead of talkin' shit and try to hate on us
    Just grab a joint and come bake with us

    I’m loadin up and I’m ridin' out, they talkin' shit but they hidin' out
    Real niggas know what I’m talkin' 'bout
    (I’m loadin' up and I’m ridin' out, they talkin' shit but they hidin' out)
    (Real niggas know what I’m talkin' 'bout)

    I’m loadin up and I’m ridin' out, they talkin' shit but they hidin' out
    Real niggas know what I’m talkin' 'bout
    (I’m loadin' up and I’m ridin' out, they talkin' shit but they hidin' out)
    (Real niggas know what I’m talkin' 'bout)

    (Look, okay, okay)
    Front page, I’m on the news, nigga call me a dropout
    Real nigga, 100, never needing no copout (nah)
    Diamonds on my chain just pop out, you already know what I’m bout
    Got bad bitches from overseas but I need a big ass from the south
    Look at us, we made it, bottles up in the air now
    25 racks a night, give a fuck bout sweating your hair out
    Getting trippy man with some frisky things; I am the shit and you niggas anus
    ‘Cause if I mention yall I’mma make you famous
    But you still ain’t nothing, I’m stainless
    We famous, anything you want right now, baby girl just name it
    And I’mma get real deep in the pussy;
    The number one nigga, ain’t no need for replacement
    Getting in my spaceship, I’m high as a bitch, fly as a bitch
    Okay Juicy and Wiz, every day we do this shit

    I’m loadin up and I’m ridin' out, they talkin' shit but they hidin' out
    Real niggas know what I’m talkin' 'bout
    (I’m loadin' up and I’m ridin' out, they talkin' shit but they hidin' out)
    (Real niggas know what I’m talkin' 'bout)

    I’m loadin up and I’m ridin' out, they talkin' shit but they hidin' out
    Real niggas know what I’m talkin' 'bout
    (I’m loadin' up and I’m ridin' out, they talkin' shit but they hidin' out)
    (Real niggas know what I’m talkin' 'bout)

    Writer/s: DAN, ERIC / REYNOLDS, BRENT / KING, JONATHAN / HOUSTON, JORDAN / THOMAZ, CAMERON JIBRIL / BROWN, CHRIS / KOLOUSEK, JEREMY / VAUGHAN, ZACHARY
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

    Talkin' Bout
  • This song finds Juicy J rapping about haters who talk the talk, but can't walk the walk. The Three 6 Mafia founder's Taylor Gang pal Wiz Khalifa shows up to spit a verse as does Chris Brown.
  • The Benny Boom-directed music clip finds Juicy J and Wiz Khalifa playing underground car racers, stunt driving through Los Angeles at night in a high stakes game. "The concept of the video is just fast," said Wiz. "The song has like a really fast pace, it kinda moves you, so we wanted to do a video that did the same." Unfortunately, Chris Brown was unable to make a cameo appearance in the Fast & Furious inspired visual.

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