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!