Video Trampoline de David Guetta 2025 Cristiana Lyrics

David Guetta - Trampoline Lyrics

[Intro: Missy Elliott]
Turn up
We gon' rock this for the club, baby
Holla, let’s go

[Chorus: Missy Elliott]
Bounce that shit, make it go, trampoline
Bounce that shit to the floor, trampoline
Bounce that shit, make it go, trampoline
Bounce that shit to the floor, trampoline
Boing-oing-oing-oing-oing
Boing-oing-oing, boing-oing-oing-oing-oing
Boing-oing-oing-oing-oing
Boing-oing, bounce that shit make it go, trampoline (Woo)

[Verse 1: BIA]
Missy, you know I had to walk on this for you, right? (BIA, BIA)
Uh, bitches run-in with my style, they should thank me
Talkin' real wild to me and for your safety (Cash)
Feelin' real immortal, but aliens won’t take me far
Hundreds got me turnin' to an avatar (Cash)
Niggas that be shadin' wanna fuck me, isn't that bizarre? (Huh?)
High class bitch, feed me caviar (Uh)
Yeah, I might be rich, but the hood in my repertoire (Facts)
Bouncin' like I need it back and thеn you catch it (Massive)
Oh, you wanna be a dog, then who fеtchin'?
Diamonds dance on me, baby, this here a new set
Did a lap on a bitch and I'm up two exits
Missy met me, they're like, "Who sweatin’?" (Huh?)
Said we headed to the bank and then let’s do breakfast
Two chains, but my bitches call me two necklace (Cash)
Had to pass that shit 'cause I be too reckless, uh
[Chorus: Missy Elliott]
Bounce that shit, make it go, trampoline
Bounce that shit to the floor, trampoline
Bounce that shit, make it go, trampoline
Bounce that shit to the floor, trampoline
Boing-oing-oing-oing-oing
Boing-oing-oing, boing-oing-oing-oing-oing
Boing-oing-oing-oing-oing
Boing-oing, bounce that shit make it go, trampoline (Woo)

[Verse 2: Doechii]
If Guetta made it, then it’s a hit
If Doechii wears it, then it's expensive
Tight-ass box so, in a way, I'm gifted
I need a pot the way I've been shittin’
Hand me a rock for all the bitches I'm skippin'
Hand me the chalk, the whole board fuck with me
You bitches ain't scorin', you bitches torn, straight limpin'
I'm busy tourin' with Lindsey Lauren and Solana
You bitches drama
I'm bouncin' records in Bahamas, in Benihana
You need a hug, you need a father, you need some guala
The way I'm spinnin', it ain't proper
Might need a doctor for this debacle
Bounce that ass in tropical, is that ass a fraud or no?
I need me a president, can I swipe your card or no?
Rich-ass bitch, that's evident, so I need all my settlements
That's why I keep my hoes between my legs like they my residents
[Chorus: Missy Elliott]
Bounce that shit, make it go, trampoline
Bounce that shit to the floor, trampoline
Bounce that shit, make it go, trampoline
Bounce that shit to the floor, trampoline
Boing-oing-oing-oing-oing
Boing-oing-oing, boing-oing-oing-oing-oing
Boing-oing-oing-oing-oing
Boing-oing, bounce that shit make it go, trampoline (Woo)