cryze - 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