feat. Trey Songz & Wale
[Intro: Juicy J]
Yeah... yeah, we gon' stay trippy for life, mane
Yeah... I'm 'bout to take yo' girl (bounce it)
Check it...
[Hook: Trey Songz] + (Juicy J)
Bounce it (bounce it), bounce it (bounce it)
I’m about to throw a couple thousand (bounce it)
Bounce it (bounce it), bounce it (bounce it)
I’m about to throw a couple thousand
(Ones, fives, tens, twenties)
(Work your way up to them big face hundreds - just bounce it)
Bounce it (bounce it), bounce it (bounce it)
I’m about to throw a couple thousand
[Juicy J]
Yessir...
I love the way she slow dance, she make me throw more bands
Grabbin' ass with both hands, she in love with the dope man
She wanna be my main chick, I was thinking different (different)
Clap that ass, light our blunt, baby, let’s get ig'nant (ig'nant)
She’s strips for the Gs, rake cash like leaves
She got double Ds, and ain’t shit free
Came with my goons 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, give me 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
[Hook]
[Wale]
Wale though, le'go...
Hands is on her you know what, ’cause bandz a 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 breezies 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 tatted
Bald-headed scallywags, 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
Ralph!
[Hook]
[Juicy J]
Turn up...
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 asian
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
[Hook]
[Trey Songz]
...I’m about to throw a couple thousand
...I’m about to throw a couple thousand
About This Song
"Bounce It" is a hedonistic strip club anthem that epitomizes the excess and materialism of mid-2010s hip-hop culture, built around the ritualistic throwing of money at dancers. The song operates on multiple layers of power dynamics, with Juicy J positioning himself as the wealthy patron who commands attention through financial display, while the repeated "bounce it" refrain reduces the female performers to their physical movements. Musically, the track features a hypnotic, bass-heavy production typical of Memphis rap, with stuttering hi-hats and a minimalist melody that creates an almost trance-like atmosphere perfect for its strip club setting. Trey Songz's melodic hook provides a commercial polish that made the song radio-friendly despite its explicit subject matter, while Wale's verse adds lyrical complexity to what could have been a one-dimensional celebration of objectification. The song reflects the post-recession era's obsession with conspicuous consumption, where throwing "big face hundreds" becomes a form of masculine performance and social status. Its success demonstrated hip-hop's continued fascination with strip club culture as both literal setting and metaphor for transactional relationships. The track's repetitive structure mirrors the cyclical nature of the club environment it depicts, creating an almost hypnotic effect that drew listeners into its world of temporary escape through excess. "Bounce It" ultimately serves as both celebration and critique of a lifestyle built on immediate gratification and the commodification of intimacy.
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