Lyrics Rich Homie Quan – Stuffed

Ain't no sense in not popping on these songs
When we supposed to pop it at every chance we get man. You know what I'm sayin!
Ima need more than some rubber bands cause that ain't enough to hold all this shit

Five hundred stuffed in these jeans could've bought a house or something
Niggas talking dirt on my name, keep it out your mouth or something
Could've bought some "jubilee" but they ain't cost enough
Instead I went presidential plain yeah I had bossed it up
Niggas dropping dimes like twelve we call him officer
I been going hard on my opps but ain't no caution button
Spit real when that microphone on Naw it don't cost me nothing
Five hundred stuffed in these jeans could've bought a house or some

Pulled up in something all black had him disgusted
I ain't got to put hands on you to get you touch quick
Took a gay bitch turned her out and I made her love dick
Pretty penny dropped on your head and it'll turn ugly
Mc hammer pockets I promise they can't touch this
Fu*ked w nigga bitch and I wrote her name on the hush list
How you break your promise but want me to still trust you
These bullets from the Uk but this stick it 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 flying 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 stuffed in these jeans could've bought a house or something
Niggas talking dirt on my name, keep it out your mouth or something
Could've bought some "jubilee buffs "but they ain't cost enough
Instead I went presidential plain yeah I had bossed it up
Niggas dropping dimes like twelve we call him officer
I been going hard on my opps but ain't no caution button
Spit real when that microphone on Naw it don't cost me nothing
Five hundred stuffed in these jeans could've bought a house or some