Letra Stuffed Rich Homie Quan

Stuffed

Ain't no sense not poppin' it on these songs, we supposed to pop it every chance we get man, you know I'm sayin'?
I'mma need more than some rubber bands, 'cause that ain't gon' be enough to hold all this shit

Five hundred stuck to these jeans, could've bought a house or something
Nigga talking dirt on my name, keep it out your mouth or something
Could've bought some jubilee bust, but that ain't cost enough
Instead I went presidential plain, yeah I had bossed it up
Nigga dropping dime like twelve we call them officer
I've been going too hard on my opps, but ain't no [?]
They real while they microphone on, all they don't cost me nun
Five hundred stuck in these jeans, could've bought a house or something

Pulled up [?] all black had them disgusted
I ain't gotta put hands on you to get you touched quick
Took a gay bitch, turned her hotter and made her love dick
Pretty penny drop on your head and it'll turn ugly
MC Hammer pockets I promise they can't touch this
Fucked a nigga bitch and I wrote her name on a hush list
How you break your promise but want me to still trust you
This bullet from the UK but this stick came from Russia
Medicine all in my cup it got me slowed up
Nasty ass nigga in the strip club I throw up
Saw that money fly and now he acting like he know us
And I know I can pay for a bitch to go to school 'cause I got like

Five hundred stuck to these jeans, could've bought a house or something
Nigga talking dirt on my name, keep it out your mouth or something
Could've bought some jubilee bust, but that ain't cost enough
Instead I went presidential plain, yeah I had bossed it up
Nigga dropping dime like twelve we call them officer
I've been going too hard on my opps, but ain't no [?]
They real while they microphone on, all they don't cost me nun
Five hundred stuck in these jeans, could've bought a house or something