Just Stuupid

[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 hun'ed 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