Intro: Yung Joc]Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce[Chorus 1: Yung Joc]\nI\'m in the club\nKush got it burning up\nI\'m poppin\' bottles and I\'m fucking up their furniture\nI\'m in the club, DJ gon\' turn it up\nGot a flock of models and we fucking up their furniture\n\n[Chorus 2: Yung Joc]\nAll my niggaz gettin money\nDon\'t know how to act (x3)\nDirty goons andwe stuntin\nDon\'t know how to act (x3)\nGot a whole lotta O\nDon\'t know how to act (x3)\nYeah my pockets on swoll\nDon\'t know how to act (x3)\n\n[Flo Rida]\nHey, wipin\' my pumps, poppin\' that Dom, pardon melange\nshow stoppin\', no flockin\', I\'m about to perform\nWife beater on, VIP, like the eye of the stormI\'m project, I\'m ghetto, hood, better ring the alarm\nCold flu, cause I just blew 30 off cash\nBlue with my swag, that\'s that Gucci duffle bag\nGoops coming through I got sparklers on the mag\nFlo Rida act a fool, have a furniture attack\nWell cause I\'m young gettin\' money, homeboy in Phantoms and Lac\'sI\'m in the club with my King Johnny\'s them diamonds is black\nShorty she lovin\' my tattoos ingrained on my back\nMuggin\' and thuggin\' the trap crew we step like Da Brat\nMarried the rubberbands, hustlin\', hustlin\'\nGot a squad gutter man, so we musclin\', musclin\'\nSecurity guard, touch the clan, then we, tusslin\', tusslin\'\nTear apart, hit the fan, now they runnin\' and duckin\'\n\n[Chorus 1 + 2]\n\n[Flo Rida]\nHey, 20 bottles or better\nI\'m comin\' in the club and I\'m standin\' on ya on the tootise leatherI gotta be fly, Kid Rock-in that derby with the featherThat good in the sky, got the kush from Cali control the weatherSo hood, so hot, so what? Security wanna ban my recordSome fools on this ?? open up on the Oprah Winfrey show is no pressureMy crew full of dubs and we stunt like dollaz come with propellarsEverybody gotta grub in my pockets, gettin\' paper is pleasureHomie don\'t you f\'n with heffers that square me up like checkersAnd I might undress her all just because my diamonds caress herMeet uncle fester, ballin\', my shawties they hot as peppersDon\'t know how to act I got stack full of mice looking for cheddarDown for whatever, hey!I\'m a donut nigga like glazedOn a couch like this my stageGet money, don\'t get a nigga paid in Dade...They probably see minimum wageMy deal is Ace of Spades, but I still like grape Kool-aidI ain\'t really got minutes, I party just like hooray![Chorus 1 + 2]\n\n[Chorus 1] act, dont, flo, heart, how, joc, know, r&b, rap, record, rida, shot, the, to, young