Lyrics Stuffed - Rich Homie Quan

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

Five hundred stuffed in these jeans
Could've bought a house or somethin'
Nigga talking dirt on my name, keep it out your mouth or somethin'
Could've bought some Jubilee bust, but that ain't cost enough
Instead I went Presidential plain, yeah, I had bossed it up

Niggas dropping dimes like 12, we call them officer
I've been going too hard on my opps, but ain't no caution button
Been real while they microphone on, all that don't cost me nothin'
Five hundred stuffed in these jeans
Could've bought a house or somethin'

Pulled up in somethin' all black, had 'em disgusted
I ain't gotta put hands on you to get you touched quick
Took a gay bitch, turned her hot 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
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 stuffed in these jeans
Could've bought a house or somethin'
Nigga talking dirt on my name, keep it out your mouth or somethin'
Could've bought some Jubilee bust, but that ain't cost enough
Instead I went Presidential plain, yeah, I had bossed it up

Niggas dropping dimes like 12, we call them officer
I've been going too hard on my opps, but ain't no caution button
Been real while they microphone on, all that don't cost me nothin'
Five hundred stuffed in these jeans
Could've bought a house or somethin'