text: My name is Kid Kells
   around my neck I rock jew-els
   cause shit sells
  Im another plateau, level so high I see an-gels, fare-well
  Thats why I walk it like I talk it, and I aint saying nothing
  So I guess that I aint walking, Im rolling in that 300
  See I aint no G, but best believe that I run it
  Ill talk shit, Im a hustler, talk money
  Bank rolls, stash spots, shoulda, coulda, woulda, them have nots
  Pants swole up from them cash knots and my roof lift back like laptops
  Who is you kidding, yall aint living yall are scraping
  And as long as money talk, I cant hear none of yall hating
  Bounce, Bounce...and if you getting dough 
  Bounce, Bounce...and all my ladies know
  Bounce, Bounce...cause I aint leaving ¡till you
  Bounce, Bounce, Bounce
  Bounce, Bounce...and if you getting dough 
  Bounce, Bounce...and all my ladies know 
  Bounce, Bounce...cause I aint leaving till you
  Bounce, Bounce, Bounce!
  Stop! Who told you it was cool to mess with this kid?
  The city got me paid, so shouts out to my crib
  Im 18 and I got more soldiers than the president
  That vanilla drop-top, same color as my skin
  BOUNCE! Four-fifteens beat, I make this bass break grounds
  This is that thatll make them girls get down
  On stage we whilin until we hear that sound 
  Its the boys, clear out!
  Hit the block in something crucial, polo buttoned up
  All of the way up to the top with them fat laces in my Chucks
  See I dont give a fuck, never really have
  Your girl aint all that cute, but Ill snatch her just cause I can
  Always been the man, never claimed to be the hoodest
  Real words couldnt describe me, so tell me who the goodest?
  And if music lost its substance, this is hip-hop at its fullest
  And if the rap game was a school, then Id be all you rappers bullies
  Bounce, Bounce...and if you getting dough 
  Bounce, Bounce...and all my ladies know
  Bounce, Bounce...cause I aint leaving ¡till you
  Bounce, Bounce, Bounce
  Bounce, Bounce...and if you getting dough 
  Bounce, Bounce...and all my ladies know 
  Bounce, Bounce...cause I aint leaving till you
  Bounce, Bounce, Bounce!
  Cant nobody get on my level, get up and tell em what my name is Kells! 
  I was pullin dimes when I was a real little boy
  And to this day Im still hollering, still hustling
  Still cussing, motherfuck you and the crew you run with
  Never been a thang to get off my booty and make them calls and get this money
  65 hundred out the trunk, first CD
  Look at me now $10 a pop, making millions is easy
  Cant nobody see me, and yall buzzing like bees be
  Still hating cause you jealous, yall just wanna be me
  Everything that I do we do the best, get your hating up
  Where your money at? Trick please, get your paper up
  And Im in they hood, I must have lost my lid
  Fuck em says my dirty mouth, I need Orbit
  Then I look at my surroundings to find whos hating
  There I think I found a putty tat, yup sure did
  Bounce, Bounce...and if you getting dough 
  Bounce, Bounce...and all my ladies know
  Bounce, Bounce...cause I aint leaving ¡till you
  Bounce, Bounce, Bounce
  Bounce, Bounce...and if you getting dough 
  Bounce, Bounce...and all my ladies know 
  Bounce, Bounce...cause I aint leaving till you
  Bounce, Bounce, Bounce!
  Bounce!