Just Stuupid

Lyrics

[Intro] Calm down, little African boy Uh-oh Yeah Oh no [Verse 1] Leopard print panties on my chick, that bitch a cougar Switch gears in Barracuda, scuba divin' in Bermuda If it's sex, you talkin' dirty, all she wanna do is have me Get her wet, so she sends private jets for me like taxis I'm like Steady, she like Oprah, got butlers, she got chauffeurs Got Bentleys, she got mansions big as the state of Oklahoma She be ridin' on my boner, be snake charmin' my cobra A rider, she a owner, body shape like Coca-Cola, hol' up I'm Social Clubbin', me and Young Dizzlе I'm smackin' asses, he lickin' nipples Cеltics cheerleaders, rhythm and blues divas I fuck with bougie bitches way to low self-esteemers [Chorus] I got money, money on my mind Fuck with bad bitches, get pussy all the time We just gettin' stuupid, we just actin' a fool Social Club chillin' and that's just how we do I got bitches by the pool, everything new Thirty-one flavors, it's so many to choose Gold so heavy, think my collarbone bruised Hands in the air if you're too cool for school, hol' up [Verse 2] Broke nigga talkin' like I'm rich though What you believe, you can achieve, I'm seein' big dough Bitches injectin' they ass and they lips Can't afford to buy a drink, but be claimin' they the shit though Nah, ho, I ain't no sponsor, I'm a monster Gimme your number, I won't call you, I'll just text you 'round tomorrow If you get a babysitter, we'll drink liquor 'til we pass out Before that, I'ma turn your fake, new injected ass out Fuel injected NASCAR, call it Dukes of Hazzard Frank White socialite, meet me at the Plaza Call me Bruce Leroy, Sho'nuff, I'm the master Shawty pro'ly lookin' for whoever cuff her faster but [Chorus] I got money, money on my mind Fuck with bad bitches, get pussy all the time We just gettin' stuupid, we just actin' a fool Social Club chillin' and that's just how we do I got bitches by the pool, everything new Thirty-one flavors, it's so many to choose Gold so heavy, think my collarbone bruised Hands in the air if you're too cool for school, hol' up [Verse 3] How you get all in them jeans and is it Ginuwine? Let me be the hundred and first to say you hella fine You could be Britney, baby, and I could be Federline You could be strictly dickly and still eat Vanessa's Pie Be careful of all the empty cans of beer If you wake in the mornin' butt naked and I ain't there I had a stuupid good time, stuupid good wine Stuupid good head, but I had to get on my grind 'cause [Chorus] I got money, money on my mind Fuck with bad bitches, get pussy all the time We just gettin' stuupid, we just actin' a fool Social Club chillin' and that's just how we do I got bitches by the pool, everything new Thirty-one flavors, it's so many to choose Gold so heavy, think my collarbone bruised Hands in the air if you're too cool for school, hol' up