stuff Lyrics

Give it up

I'm talking bout yo love

You so perfect bae

I just can't get enough

I know you see me walking in the room my pockets stuffed

I'm with my brother in the trap we smokin hella stuff

We smokin hella stuff

I'm getting money getting dough oh yuh

My lil bro moving rough

It's only money drugs apart from ya

I'm getting benefits on god

But you not oh na na na

Lil hoe what's the problem

I know you don't come here often

You a pretty girl that's independent

You don't need no man to keep in check but I'll be in it

My diamonds shining way to bright whenever I put on that pendant

I get my bags and I'm not kiddin

Yo boyfriend broke why is you with him

This bih a freak wanna eat my children

I just wanna show you, I just wanna show you bae what's up

I wish I could come hold you, I wanna get so close to feel your love

We can make it happen like some magic yeah what's good

Mamas we can go to my room sip a little, smoke some wood

If I could then bae I would, well the thing is that I could

I'm just making all my money bitch I'm getting to my goods

Give it up

I'm talking bout yo love

You so perfect bae

I just can't get enough

I know you see me walking in the room my pockets stuffed

I'm with my brother in the trap we smokin hella stuff

We smokin hella stuff