Stupid Songtext
von Playaz Circle

Stupid (yeah)
Stupid (you know what it really mean, man)
Stupid, stupid (2 Chainz)
Stupid, stupid (South side checkin′ in, nigga)
Stupid (you know how we livin', man)
Yeah, yeah (stupid)

I got a stupid sack
With a lot of Os
And when I pull up
I′m with a lot of hoes
I got a bankroll
Stupid bankroll
I got a bankroll
Stupid bankroll


I got a stupid sack
With a lot of Os
And when I pull up
I'm with a lot of hoes
I got a bankroll
Stupid bankroll
I got a bankroll
Stupid bankroll

Anything goes
I'm from the South side
I got a stupid bitch
In my stupid ride
Yeah, I′m stupid with it
′Cause I stupid get it
Shorty, your car too small; I have to stoop in it

Stupid kicks
I got a stupid wrist
Duffle Bag Boys, a.k.a. the Stupid Clique
Stupid this
Stupid that
Smokin' on that strong, call it a stupid pack


And this a stupid summer
And I′m stupid stuntin'
The way I move weight, call me Ruben Studdard
One stupid man
Two stupid chains
Three for the dope
Four for the brain

And she got stupid brain
I mean, stupid brain!
I took her to the mall
And bought her everything
I bought her stupid Prada
I bought her stupid Louis
Every time you see me
I be stupid fruity

I got a stupid sack
With a lot of Os
And when I pull up
I′m with a lot of hoes
I got a bankroll
Stupid bankroll
I got a bankroll
Stupid bankroll

I got a stupid sack
With a lot of Os
And when I pull up
I'm with a lot of hoes
I got a bankroll
Stupid bankroll
I got a bankroll
Stupid bankroll

Stupid cars, stupid hoes
Damn, I′m livin' stupid, dawg
VVS diamonds same color, London fog
London fog? Hell yeah! Your bitch, man, she swallow balls
Pinky ring stupid big like I play some basketball

Football in the street
Hell naw, I'm in the street
Stupid color chain, diamonds look like Tweety tweet
Pull up to the club and the coupe on them Shaq feet
Trap goin′ ham, bricks runnin′ like a track meet

Young Juiceman and that stupid just attract me
Bouldercrest workin' and my motors in the back seat
Sun Valley workin′ and my motors in the back seat
Tity, Juice and Dolla, all we do is stack cheese

I got a stupid sack
With a lot of Os
And when I pull up
I'm with a lot of hoes
I got a bankroll
Stupid bankroll
I got a bankroll
Stupid bankroll

I got a stupid sack
With a lot of Os
And when I pull up
I′m with a lot of hoes
I got a bankroll
Stupid bankroll
I got a bankroll
Stupid bankroll

Came from the block where I used to be the middleman
Now I'm on the late flight, catch me in the business class
Niggas talkin′ that bullshit? You better handle your business, fam
Hit 'em with the semis and
Never leave no witnesses

We don't need no witnesses
All about them dividends
Last nigga who tried me? You can′t ask him what I did for him
Thousand grams of hard got my country boys comin′ in
Hope they buy it all; if not, what I'm gon′ do with this?

Duffle Bag, ho
Everything counts
We stay gettin' money
What the fuck are you about?
They know we got that stupid clout
Southside don′t do a drought
I-16 with them things, I got a stupid route

I got a stupid sack
With a lot of Os
And when I pull up
I'm with a lot of hoes
I got a bankroll
Stupid bankroll
I got a bankroll
Stupid bankroll

I got a stupid sack
With a lot of Os
And when I pull up
I′m with a lot of hoes
I got a bankroll
Stupid bankroll
I got a bankroll
Stupid bankroll