Aasim - Just Stuupid lyrics

Calm down, little African boy uh oh
Yeah oh, no

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

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

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

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

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

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